I don’t know why I’m writing about this, but I need to get it out of my chest and then bury it deep inside, like my other feelings. Which I stored in a box behind the back for my mind, labeled don’t open or rehash. Anyways, as I’ve mentioned before I had a birthday, these past couple of weeks ago. So in honor of my 30 something year on this earth, my friend took me out to a bar/lounge, to celebrate another year of not achieving basically anything in my life. So long story short, while I was outside have a cancer stick break. I realized that I didn’t have my lighter with me, which was just a travesty on my part. So, I could have either gone back inside without having a few puffs of my delicious bad habit or I can’t just ask the other smokers for a lighter and before I could even open my mouth. Someone, no! not just anyone, a guy who in my book is the definition of what I look for in a man, walked towards me and lit my Marlboro light and the inside of my pants (If you know what I mean). I smile, thanked him and we began to have a small flirtations convo about nothing, but it didn’t matter. It was the best sweet nothings, I’ve had in a very long time, but before I could continue, batting my eyes and flashing my smile a bit more. He’s fag hag interrupted us, which meant that was he’s queue to go. We shook hands which rather made my body quiver with warm feelings and that was it. He was gone and I just went back inside. Story of my life!