A corkscrew floats aimlessly in the pool we inhabit. As she breaks the water, coming up from underneath it; my focus is pulled from that lonely corkscrew and into her face. Accompanied by water running down it, and accented by the gleam of the late night moon. Her smile spread from cheek to cheek, she reached for my face with both of her hands and leaned in moving my face closer to hers for a kiss.

More than one, more than five, let’s call it a make out. The kisses bombarded the edge of the pool, my back was against. Doing her best to demonstrate how fun she could be, we did things she said she’d never done with anyone— That night at the pool. Normally I wouldn’t believe anything like that, everybody says it: “You’re the first person I’ve ever ___ with” or “I don’t usually do this, but you ___” or “I’ve never done this on the first date” take a pick, add a few if you will, but you get the gist.

Here’s the thing though, she was too close to the ‘innocent’ side of the spectrum for me not to believe her words, regardless of the historical evidence I had. Her light paranoia compounded that idea of her inexperience, at-least public inexperience. She didn’t say she’d never done these things, she’d just never done them outside the confines of a bedroom— She’d never met anybody who she couldn’t control herself around. Never met a soul that made her flower sprout like me. Sounds good.

The wine bottle that corkscrew arrived with, was now as empty as my meter for bullshit, and unnecessary noise. Then, the barks of her goddamn chihuahua came in right on cue. A chihuahua that had no business being the pet of a girl as beautiful as her. The very nature of their relationship is almost disrespectful to the beauty ratio. Now, a husky? Yes, that’s far more closer to her style.

A lot of things of beauty or high value might be her style. As they should be. In my eyes at least, aren’t these eyes the only eyes that should matter? Rhetorical. With our highly individual experience and all, that is. The only thing worthwhile at the end of the day is our perspective, our hopes, our dreams, our ideas, our likes and dislikes.

Maybe that’s the wine talking, maybe I’m a little more fucked up than I thought— So, fucked up in fact I’ve left the girl at this physical plane while I breakaway to my mental one; entertaining thoughts that seem more interesting than the moment.