I can still smell her on my fingers
As I eat my bagel
I probably should’ve showered
Before heading to this coffee shop
To pull something out
But I didn’t
I don’t lose my appetite
Smelling her
And I happily eat my bagel and sip my coffee
I’ll go wash my hands in a minute
She was another squirter
I don’t know how they all find me
These squirter's, that is
They track me down
Slide in my DM’s
And before I know it
There’s a giant mess on her bed
They never tell you
These squirter’s
That they squirt
They seem to enjoy the reaction
When it happens
They like the surprise
I’m glad none of it is in my beard
Imagine the smell
If my face had spent time down there ??
I probably would’ve showered then
A mom
And her two little girls sit next me
And I feel weird about writing this
But they’ll never read it
Right?
This squirter was another one that liked my writing
It hasn’t made me any money yet
But it’s definitely gotten me laid
It’d be cool if it did more than that though…
I don’t fully understand the attraction to an unsuccessful and emotionally unavailable wannabe writer
But they like to say that I am funny
and deep
And that my mind is interesting
And of course I want to fuck everyone that says my mind is interesting
Wouldn’t you??
No??
Well…
That’s just me then.
-C.H.