I'm pretty sure On April 4th you took me to the creepiest bar I've ever seen in my life. And I've seen very creepy bars. There was a frozen miniature crocodile on a shelf. And an old bald white man with a younger brown woman who had prostitute make up on. You spilled coffee on your crotch and the waiter vigorously scrubbed it out with a towel and a magical cleaning spray while you laughed like a banshee. I nervously ate fries. Then we went to a Chinese restaurant where I ate four whole spoonfuls of gooey sweet eggy corn soup. It was disgusting. The waitress glared at me. Before that you leaned across me to look out the window on my side of the taxi because you wanted to unsubtly put your face next to mine. You were red and I laughed. We walked on the street and you (loudly) recited all the Arabic curse words you knew. I pointed up at the tree crowns tangled in the sky and you didn't really look but you smiled at me. You picked up your guitar and played me a song on the balcony after warning me that it's very romantic. It was very romantic. You hugged me until my spine cracked. We looked at the stars and I told you I felt ridiculous. You laughed but you stayed still. I'm pretty sure I love you. It's awful and silly and unexpected. And it might all go to poo tomorrow. But thank you for that day. |