Internet Relations, chapter 4
"You were sitting by the bar and I arrived with a group of girls but they were all boobs no conversation, then I saw you," he said grinning. I smile and it slowly comes back to me...
"Yeah I came and sat with you and we started talking about music and you left with my number," he says
"Oh ok well I guess that's ok we didn't do anything else?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"No unfortunately" he smiles, I pull a smile and take my mug back to the kitchen when I come back he's having a look at the music memorabilia on my wall.
"Nice collection you got here" he says touching a 1957 Fender Stratocaster, and then reading some of the vinyls.
"I don't see a lot of vinyls these days" he said pulling out a Dead Kennedy's picture disk. I smile and show him my guitars.
A Gibson SG '61, Fender Squier (Blacky), Semi-Hollow Bodied Gibson. He takes one off the guitar rack and strums and sings Dominated Love Slave, I laugh and grab one and sing along. We finished the song and put them carefully down.
"So do you wanna go out sometime for coffee?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"I guess so I have nothing to do today its Sunday," I say.
"Let me just go get changed so wait down here," I say and head upstairs, I go into my dresser and pick out a short little blue number. I slick on a layer of eyeliner and a bit of candyfloss-flavored lip-gloss, I'm not girly but I'm a sucker for cute things.
I jump down the stairs and slip on a pair of converse and wait for Tré by the door.
He waltzes up to the door in a weird fashion and holds out his arm, obliged I hold on to it and we skip out of the door pissing ourselves laughing how stupid it feels.
He opens the door to his car then jumps over the hood of it and gets in his side, I guess the forgetful night went well after all.
We drive to a small café in the bay and order, I can't help but wonder what the hell I was doing here with Tré... I wonder how Billie is doing? Eh some fakes are quite convincing I dunno yet, it might be him? Maybe it isn't but who knows I'm here with Tré!
"So where are you taking me?" I ask, he winks at me and pretends to zip his mouth.
"C'mon tell me!" I say fiddling around with the ipod in the car.
"Ah but it's a surprise and choose some fucking awesome..."
"THE CLASH" I yell finishing his sentence and turning up I Fought the Law full volume.
"Breaking rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won" we both sing along, we drive for another half an hour and I wondered if we were ever going to get where he was taking me.
Suddenly he stops and tells me to close my eyes, I do as I'm told. I feel him lift me up and I laugh he walks a small distance I feel soft sand underneath my feet as he puts me down.
"Okay open your eyes," he says, I open them and it's a beautiful small little cove with no one in it.
"Tré this is our first date why this extravagant," I say in shock.
"Well I don't want to lose another one," he says with a wink, I smile...poor guy two failed marriages, I hope one day he finds someone he can stick with.
"Yeah I came and sat with you and we started talking about music and you left with my number," he says
"Oh ok well I guess that's ok we didn't do anything else?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"No unfortunately" he smiles, I pull a smile and take my mug back to the kitchen when I come back he's having a look at the music memorabilia on my wall.
"Nice collection you got here" he says touching a 1957 Fender Stratocaster, and then reading some of the vinyls.
"I don't see a lot of vinyls these days" he said pulling out a Dead Kennedy's picture disk. I smile and show him my guitars.
A Gibson SG '61, Fender Squier (Blacky), Semi-Hollow Bodied Gibson. He takes one off the guitar rack and strums and sings Dominated Love Slave, I laugh and grab one and sing along. We finished the song and put them carefully down.
"So do you wanna go out sometime for coffee?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"I guess so I have nothing to do today its Sunday," I say.
"Let me just go get changed so wait down here," I say and head upstairs, I go into my dresser and pick out a short little blue number. I slick on a layer of eyeliner and a bit of candyfloss-flavored lip-gloss, I'm not girly but I'm a sucker for cute things.
I jump down the stairs and slip on a pair of converse and wait for Tré by the door.
He waltzes up to the door in a weird fashion and holds out his arm, obliged I hold on to it and we skip out of the door pissing ourselves laughing how stupid it feels.
He opens the door to his car then jumps over the hood of it and gets in his side, I guess the forgetful night went well after all.
We drive to a small café in the bay and order, I can't help but wonder what the hell I was doing here with Tré... I wonder how Billie is doing? Eh some fakes are quite convincing I dunno yet, it might be him? Maybe it isn't but who knows I'm here with Tré!
"So where are you taking me?" I ask, he winks at me and pretends to zip his mouth.
"C'mon tell me!" I say fiddling around with the ipod in the car.
"Ah but it's a surprise and choose some fucking awesome..."
"THE CLASH" I yell finishing his sentence and turning up I Fought the Law full volume.
"Breaking rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won" we both sing along, we drive for another half an hour and I wondered if we were ever going to get where he was taking me.
Suddenly he stops and tells me to close my eyes, I do as I'm told. I feel him lift me up and I laugh he walks a small distance I feel soft sand underneath my feet as he puts me down.
"Okay open your eyes," he says, I open them and it's a beautiful small little cove with no one in it.
"Tré this is our first date why this extravagant," I say in shock.
"Well I don't want to lose another one," he says with a wink, I smile...poor guy two failed marriages, I hope one day he finds someone he can stick with.
