The Lose End
Every day I walk by the bar and watch throw the window thinking what should I do next . If I go I know a have to meet here again. I`m a shy person and I don`t deal with rejection very well . I speak about women in a manner that some may consider insulting . Maybe that is what I am . I challenge women to see the good in me only to prove that in the end , I`m just another blocked number on a phone . No response , no text and the outside walk of shame . The shame that you have to live with knowing that you see here again and when she sees you , you see the hate and regret in her eyes .
But this one is different . She`s different because she is something that you can build on . Excuse me , someone who you can build with . Maybe a movie , maybe a dinner or maybe just a coffee at her place . I promised myself that even when I know how it would end I still will try to at least let her know me as I am . A provocative , self-center , egoistic bastard .
I truly hope that in all my mistakes I can , for once , at least for one time try to keep myself together and make another chapter in these small writings .A chapter where instead of all the women that came and went out of my life, this one will remain .
And the worst part is that the bar she`s always there is my favorite nearby wine bar . So in the short version if I fuck this up , I would fuck it up good . I would lose 2 things that I love . A girl that I can`t yet describe and a good bottle of red wine .
I won’t give myself an answer this time and just see what would happen ! :*
A story is better written when you have some inspiration , and in this case it would be , seeing that I depart to Ibiza within 2 months , well , with someone by your side . But that will change the full content that I started .
Just last night I spoke with this girl for more than an hour over the phone , and I still can`t figure out what is my … Am I .. Or am I .. ?