sunshine and girls

somehow you managed to smudge the red salt from the plastic rim of your drink on your forehead

charmingly out of character (you refuse to drink red wine, lest your smile be tainted)

and i did the motherly lick-the-thumb-and-rub manuever

someone asked how we met, and i told them about how we went on nineteen dates before you finally made a move

(and that “finally” isn’t a criticism, because i never made a move)

and then they asked how we broke up

and you said we didn’t, really, and giggled at me.