scent: Brut, tainted
slightly by a tinge
of ice. But hey, I’ll
be tainted soon too.
[More ways than one!]
You thirsty? Hungry?
he politely asks, and
it makes me feel
special that he bothers.
He is a gentleman!
[He’s a player.]
I Don’t Care
If he’s a player. He plays well,
and I’m ready for a challenge.
Besides, I know the rules of the game.
We talk for a few minutes,
about jobs and families and, yes,
about Robyn, who’s only a friend.
Finally, Trey suggests, Let’s go.
Why don’t you leave your car
here? We can take mine.
He has washed his Mustang.
“Oh, I do love your car,” I
say, “although I’d pick red.”
Well, you know, the cops tend
to home in on red cars. Red
and yellow. Of course, I mostly
drive the limit, especially
on trips like this one. You
ready for a party?