I’m not really a writer, but I want to write something to you.
I noticed you the two times you noticed me before tonight. I like your hair. I like your smile. I like the way you look at me. I like your eyes.
I feel like I could walk into a 24 hour diner and talk to you for 36 hours.
Tonight there was a pull. I didn’t know there would be further conversation. You had me reeled before the guy with his hat on backwards left. Then one guy weirded you out by asking you where you live. He left the scene. You came over to talk to me.
I couldn’t stop looking at you.
I didn’t want to stop talking to you.
I tried taking you to those metal chairs, and table, in front of the health food store. You accepted. It was nice for a few minutes. A local bar closing slamming the glass bottles around fucked that up. I asked you to go some place else.
I am not religious at all. I was all but praying that that area between those buildings would be fully lit. Otherwise it was just a dark alley. I was afraid that I was leading you to a dark area after being weirded out by that other guy. I offered you my arm as we walked up some steps. You said “I don’t need that. I wear leather pants. I’m going to buy another motorcycle tomorrow!”
It was fully lit, and you looked radiant!
That might be one of the best conversations I’ve had in my life.
You seem magical
Stuff that Steve Says 