You Knew The Words I Never Said...

of course however, you would ask me to call. And naturally I agreed with a departing hug. But we both know the rules of this game. You won't hear from me agian until I'm desperate with desire.

I pulled up at a red light. I didn't bother to walk you out last night, so how was I to know the appearance of you car? I'd have taken a right on red without peering into the window to discover the identity of the driver in the next car, if I knew it was you. What are the odds that I'd see you not even five hours after we used each other for 25 minutes of nothing?

Fate.

Fate because we are both playing the same game. we're supposed to exhange those forced smiles while rolling down the window with apprehension to discuss the plans about today, even though neither of us are truly interested.

But he doesn't know that I can take it or leave it. Cause girls are supposed to be sensitive about their sexual encounters. So he plays the role of the disapointed one in saying that he's sad I didn't call him. And he acts genuine when inquires about my dinner plans, as if he would actually take me out. Girls like that in a guy. They like to know that the one they gave their bodies to actually cares somewhat about them. But I don't. So I save him the trouble in saying I'm working, when I'm really off for the night.

Cause he doesn't know that I can take it, or leave it.