A walk is never just a walk. Travel, outfit, time off the rota. Casual is a lie London tells so nobody notices the standing order.
Tag: dating
Do not guess like you are brave. Ask. Then do it like you meant the answer. Confidence is listening with your hands still on me.
Water and a check in are not deluxe. They are basic. If you can take your clothes off you can ask if I got home.
She says it is casual. We still clock shoes, job, whether he rinsed a mug. This flat runs checks. Nobody asked. We do them anyway.
He wants a number so he can decide if I am allowed. Count the men who stayed kind. That figure tells more than a tally.
Anyone can copy a move. Fewer check my face. The ones I keep thinking about did not perform. They paid attention and then stayed human.
I know the night bus exists. My feet know it too. Sometimes I pay the stupid fare so I do not think until I get home.
Lip, coat, nails, bus. Nobody has to know the account. This city reads surfaces first. I give it a surface that looks like proper winning.
A wrist in his story is not commitment. It is cover. If I am good enough for his bed I am good enough for face.
Money gone to be ignored faster. I called it efficiency. It was loneliness with a receipt. The app took payment. It did not take me.