May 9th, 2009

It's the awkward sort of stare when you know you aren't supposed to be looking. That's the one that caught my eye, the one that had me tearing myself up for the whole night because I can't do something right for once. It's the cute look you get with pearly whites and squinty eyes, looking for more than just a girl with nice looks. Are you looking for someone with class, or an ass? The latter I cannot fulfill, but I don't disappoint for the former at most times. I wish people could hold true to this value, but it never occurs, not even in the most classy of trashy. It's the stare tag game you play, switching glances only to find the other looking away just as you turn. Could our first move be our biggest, last, and only mistake?