close on: CHRIS' FACE - as he cast's a furtive glance*

* in her direction.

so i'm dating again. didn't want to, but shit happens.

so they say.

it's a shame, but so many things are, aren't they?

ahh...oh well.

ancient mating rituals resurfacing as text messages and furtive glances, sips from plastic cups full of stoli and cranberry.

spasms: facial muscles fatigued.

forced conversations: keep it going...keep it going.

anyways, i'm dating again...