I've never been very good at keeping them to myself. “I fell in love with you,” I said, “on deaf ears.” “I don’t have time for that right now,” you said. “When will you do it?” I asked. “Meet me later,” you said, “in one of those whiskey glasses.” I danced around the rim of the whiskey bottle while dry from drunkenness and dehydration. “We should leave.” I think one of the bartenders is falling in love with you," I said. "Would that be such a bad thing? You asked. "For me, it would be," I said. "Why So?" You asked. You kissed a napkin, leaving every part of your mouth on the paper, and handed it to the bartender with the pixie cut. "I never told you about the last time I 'slept with someone who wasn't you,' I said, 'I felt the shallow pools of my mother's shame as I lay naked next to them, inhaling their musk in my lungs. I don't ever want to feel like this again. » Day 6: The Lady Killer “These fingers don't work like they used to. This phone has a mind of its own. I have a real problem with impulse control; that's why my fingers keep fidgeting with the buttons on your blouse or the buttons that control the lights in this