new dates

Today I went on a date. I took off to Bristol and met up with a girl that I had promised to meet up with for a while.

Was it a ‘date’? or was it more of a Venture Go situation? I guess I just wanted something to do.

She was a ridiculous bore.

She was pretty, but vacuous.

I spent most of the day wishing I were sitting with the girl across from us. The girl that I eye-fucked into oblivion, and her me!

That night I was still in the mood for others, so I took off to a bar on my own – armed, as usual, with my notebook. I met up with Felicity, who informed me that massage is a good remedy for heartache. When I asked whether she would massage my heart all I got was a wry smile and a shake of the head. How could I turn that offer down? With a smile and an exchange of phone numbers and the excuse that I had to get home to feed the cat.

I don’t have one, but now I kinda wish I did. Just so that I could invite her around, confirm my lie was actually grounded in some threadbare truth and then get that massage. Oh well.


- Later that Night -


She stayed out all night again, but what did I expect? I’ve given her license now.

I think I’ll swap her for a cat. I want to call him (for it will be a him) Hart. After Hart Crane. I love the idea of a Hart wandering the night. I feel my own heart leaves me to wander the neighborhood quite often.

I just wonder where Calista goes… like all good cat owner’s do... a wonderment and fear rolled into one.