first date

We sat on his couch. It was dark except for the moonlight. I straddled his lap as I ran my hand across my thigh to show him the rip in my stocking.

"See?"

He smiled.

"What brought you here?" I asked.

"A blonde girl from New Jersey."

He told me he was married.

"What happened?"

"We grew apart."

"Still… it must have been nice to be so in love," I said.

"Yeah… " he replied. "Have you ever been in love?"

"I don't think so."

Then he told me, "You have to want it."

That night, I fell asleep in his arms. I wish I knew then that he didn't want it. But when I close my eyes, everything is still perfect.