you come with a group of girls. one is interested in a bad boy type who got possessive when she danced with a new guy the week after they met when she invited him and he didn't come. seemed sweet no?
no. possessive.
you all watch him the entire night. fucking around. trying to make her jealous in return. playing games.
we get it. you want her to know you're desirable. you want to prove it to yourself.
fucker.
you come over to our group. we're having fun. dancing. it's a fucking dance party. to 50s and 60s music. we (and everyone else there) are going to act silly and throw some funny moves in. it's time to be a free spirit. let it out.
fucker makes fun of a girl dancing on the stage. elaine he says.
far from it. she was doing a good job.
dancing with the fat guy he says.
hey shit face. he's having the most fun. so yeah. im going to leave your fucked world and have fun dancing with the fat guy.
and yeah. he punches me in the face accidentally. and strangles me with his tie. and throws out the same weird moves. but hes having fun
and not judging.
so i'm going to yell at you when you call us stooges. i'm going to make sure she doesn't go home with you. and none of the girls i know will go home with your friends. take your bullshit home. tattoo it on yourself. you have a lot to prove. make it permanent.
dont tell your friend that you are going to fuck this girl and her friend too. it's not going to happen.
have fun with your hands tonight
all my distaste,
Frances
ps. the rest of the bar and i had a great time.
