Down the Drain

We went to Governor’s Island and walked the perimeter. It was beautiful, and the view of the Manhattan skyline was romantic. He looked like Clark Kent; he spoke like Woody Allen. He pushed his black, plastic glasses up his sharp, perfect nose and smiled. He stammered. I blushed. And he kissed me, and it was like a tongue mushing its way into a paperbag. Another perfect date down the drain.

view from governor's island

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One response to “Down the Drain

  1. Ugh, what a shame :( Bad kissing is a preview of bad sex.

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