Quoted By:
I'm 26. Last week, on saturday, I had the best night of my life out to town with a girl from my work. We had been talking constantly for weeks, and I never felt a greater connection to anyone. We went to a brewery that I picked, then she took me to an arcade-bar, and she beat me at everything but pool. We went for a walk in the park afterwards. She described the most important parts of her life to me. I feel in love, it was perfect; her, set against the twilight gloaming. She offered to drive me home, since it was easier for me to just get my car in the morning. We sat and talked for a few more hours. I'm a lonely, virgin loser. So I asked if I could kiss her. She said yes, "just a quick peck though." I did. It was my first kiss.
The next day she texts me saying she can't date someone from work, and that her "feelings grow incredibly slow," so that I was rushing her. She wouldn't listen to me, and she won't give me an opportunity to talk to her. I don't know what I did wrong. I thought for once in my life something was going right.
But it wasn't.
>I can wade grief,
>Whole pools of it,---
>I'm used to that.
>But the least push of joy
>Breaks up my feet,
>And I tip---drunken.
>Let no pebble smile,
>T' was the new liquor,---
>That was all!
