Before breakfast

You left with my shirt but without a goodbye.

Though I really liked you
And had wished you stayed long enough for pancakes. The adventurous night you took me on will have to suffice.

But how stupid; to have expected anything more. It was not my place nor my right

After all, it was a one-night stand.

And one-night stands, well you know,
only lasts a single night, perhaps even less

How foolish of me to want more.

You are the non-commitment kind of gal.

I knew from the moment I saw you
sitting across the bar
taking tequila shots like water

However, my assumption was not based on her choice of drinks nor how many.
So, let’s just call it a gut feeling

Despite guys swarming around her as she is the queen bee. She seemed extremely and utterly bored out of her mind

there were two kinds of heterosexuals in the bar that night.
One, guys who thought they stood a chance, and second, guys like me who decided she was out their league.

I had lost count of how many men were rejected that night.

A resting bitch face
straight crimson hair
flowing down to her petite waist;
flawless skin, burnt umber eyes
and the right amount of blush on her cheekbones

she was definitely out of my league,
and perhaps too young for me.

I could tell she is used to all this attention
She was neither anxious or bothered by it
She simply did not give a fuck, to say the least.

Now you will understand,
my surprise when I threw a peanut at her.
She glanced across the bar with fiery eyes and gave a quick smile

I took this opportunity to send a drink,
which she accepted

Without shifting her gaze from me
She took the cherry from her cocktail and
rolled her tongue all around it; sucked it into her mouth, and took out a perfectly tied cherry knot

Seductively flirtatious; I thought to myself.

So, I take a seat right next to her.
And I immediately notice the Russian tattoo her wrist.
"every lie incurs a debt to the truth”.

By occupation I’m a professor in Russian history. No, I'm not Russian but I am quite fond of that quote.

I have a black sweater on top of my white shirt paired with grey pants.

I wear big nerdy glasses and accessorized my wrist with a silver watch.

We have a couple of beers,
Some conversation about literature and world war two.

The occasional cigarettes and jokes
and OH MY what a gorgeous smile she has.

Few more beers and we headed to my place.

Still perplexed as to why I got lucky

Fast forward to this morning
My apartment feels hollow with her absence lingering around. But i barely knew her.

Does it make me desperate?
For me to want to chase her down,
show up with a bunch of flowers and ask her on a proper date

She is a carefree soul who likes it rough
and I dare not clip her wings
For she is ruthless to anyone who gets in her way.

You can either take the risk of your heart being ninja sliced
or forever hold your peace.