Total sensory overload at the Robot Restaurant.
He promised he wouldn’t touch me. A hungry grab, a full body lift and a hard kiss. ”Do you hear that?” Repeat. ”That’s the sound of a sea of nerds crying.” ”I wish you hadn’t done that.” ”Well I did, and I can’t take it back. I wouldn’t take any of it back.” I thought about the time I was full heaving, gasping and sobbing, buried in the double barrels and he said, “I wish you knew how much you and I are alike.” I looked at his face, desperately trying to hide the truth, already written, incapable of being erased. I wouldn’t see him again. Repeat. ”I wish I’d never met you.” “I know, I’ll call you tomorrow.” And for the first time in over a year, he didn’t.
