A silky smile snakes across your lips shattering any hope I had of going home alone tonight. Frozen in your eyes you may as well be Michaelangelo’s David on loan to my backwoods bar and for some reason you choose be to be your most intimate audience. Although you look as if you were sculpted from stone the warmth that emanates from your body is enough to shoot through my soul; flushing my cheeks and turning me red as roses.

Hypnotized I’m suddenly sliding into the passenger seat of your car. The entire drive I’m fixated on your muscular hand pressed firmly on my thigh. I feel the jolt of the car as we end up in your driveway. The light illuminating the gold of the front door handle guiding my way in. It is here I become a brute tearing off every obstacle preventing me from filling myself with your beauty.

As sunlight trickles through the curtain-less bedroom window I quietly slide out of bed. Turning back to look at my beautiful conquest. I’m shocked to see there’s now a stranger in the bed. Panicking I gather all of my clothes and search the home for my David. Shit I mutter to myself as I realize he’s nowhere to be found. I shake my phone out of my pants pocket and wince realizing it must have died last night. I throw on my clothes and creep back into the bedroom. Gently shaking the stranger I wait for his eyes to flutter open to confirm my fear. This is my “David”.

“Oh... hey Buddy. Sorry to wake you, but could I like get a ride back to my car?” I give him my best smile internally screaming what a fool I am.

“Ummm ya,” he grumbles rolling out of bed and into a pair of beat up sweatpants lying on the floor.

We leave the condo and slide into the beater that felt like a limo the night before. When we get to the bar I whisper an eye contactless, “thanks,” as I roll out of the door. With shaky hands I wave until he’s out of sight. Collapsing into the dirt I grip my hair into my hands and silently scream at the mess I have become.