"You're a handsome gentleman," she cooed to me from across the corner of the dim smoky bar. "What's your name?"
"Mary," I replied. She had long dark hair and was wearing a sleeveless black dress.
"Oh," she said and stirred her drink, looking away toward the pool tables. The hypotenuse between us wisped away with the smoke, no longer a solid line connecting our two points with side A and side B of the wooden bar triangle. She wasn't down with dykes.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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