I wonder how those girls do it. The ones that fulfill all of the requirements it takes to be desirable. The girls who don't exist. The ones who manage to be aloof, eager, balance saying no and meaning yes ... are able to be mysterious and open.
And that is just a thought I had while driving back from Bangalore last night, listening to Patsy Cline and thinking of what a weird but fitting soundtrack it made for the ride home. "Those girls" I wonder if they're any fun anyway.

Everyone would have a different experience if they came here. Everyone would have a different problem that would come to light, that they would try to solve. And a new lens with which to look at the world through would form over their eyes and maybe things would be a little clearer, or more muddled because their world just got turned upside down.

Now that I'm here. Now that I'm going home soon and the thought of empty beds and empty rooms scare me ... I know why you wanted to sleep over my room, even in my bed. And part of me feels bad I made you sleep on the couch. Ha, how was I to even understand? My room at home, I can see it in my head, and I don't want it. I will take a couch in the village, even a floor.