Be a 22 year old American boy—get really drunk and embarrass yourself in front of the beautiful, freckled, 29 year old Italian Volcanologist that invited you to drinks with her 31 year old Israeli Biochemist girlfriend who, for some reason, you decide to tell you're 'really attracted' to while the Italian's away, when really the Volcanologist has all the personality.
Try to calm down by chain smoking three hand rolled cigarettes (you’ve never had a cigarette in your life), then end up talking about marriage, college, and being Matt Damon in Goodwill Hunting.
Ask if you can sleep on the floor, realize there is no floor to sleep on.
Get a haircut and gym pass the next day to represent an attempt at new starts.
it would sound more honest
and staggering out of my mouth
like a girl late to bed
a stark contrast
to a cage-link door,
no one else does.
scared her away.