Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I met him at work, He was the guy with dark piercing eyes and hair hanging over his face that was at the end of the bar nursing a vodka tonic. While I was working I couldn't stop casually glancing in his direction..and when I wasn't, I felt his eyes on me. Leaving the back of my neck feeling hot, like he was burning a hole through it. I was so conscious of every move I was making..

So conscious that I kept fucking up people's orders, glasses slipping out of my hands..
I hate that someone..a perfect stranger can make you feel like that

When he left a tip, he put it directly into my hands and then slid off the barstool and disappeared into the mass of people.
posted by Iris at 3:23 AM