"Don't Call Me..."

She said, as I listened through my cellphone, using my airtime. Once the woman I touched, once the woman I loved and now, the woman I wish I hadn't called, coz I need to get to the shop for some more airtime, since I wasted it on turning my Monday into a hangover, from that "Tequila Sunrise".

I never believed in getting involved in people's affairs, because one: It complicates things, two: someone ends up with either a blue eye, a broken rib, or shattered heart and three: Threesomes are tough, especially when it involves two of the fairer sex (yes, that's you ladies). However, even when I try to keep my distance, I'm still in her way. I'm the condom and she's trying to make a baby. Put simply, she has a boyfriend and my little puerile escapade to seduce her lost and inner burlesque sexuality, has become something more of a problem.

I never had a problem being blown off, it's similar to a one night stand produced by heavy consumption of alcohol, you simply do not want to see one another the morning after. The predicament, is being blown off by the Tequila Queen herself. My soul which was once, if not always, lit up by her erotic and pleasurable Tequila Sunrise had/has left me in the desert to fend off the vultures myself. She still laughed at my lame jokes, she still smiled...the kind of smile you can hear over the phone, more clear than watching HD porno's, she still left me with that "morning glory" tingly sensation she always gave me.

I felt as though I was those wretched femme fatales on porn castings. Beautiful contessas, coming in at their own time and screwed during an interview, with a light, "Don't call us, we'll call you..." line and never being called after being fucked for nothing.

It kind of makes sense. She wants this guy. She loves this guy. If I was in her shoes, I would leave myself to die in the desert, with lonely nights of Playboy issues and the expert's choice in pornographic content.

I said my goodbyes when I heard my phone bleep, with more of my sarcastic and lame jokes. She laughed and the call ended, my soul went cold, like a new born baby who's been man birthed on this planet. My smile disappeared and the casual grin returned. A few, "fuck this shit, I don't care" 's and I was on my way, again.

What is the truth about it all?

A Blank Page and a Line of Cocaine..

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