Things Change

I met this girl
while out drinking
with the bassist in my new band
We danced dumb
to stupid punk songs
about Christ-knows-what
We had fun
and at the end of the night
I didn’t try to fuck her
or
even try to kiss her
Instead I asked her for her number
which she gave to me
and I texted her
on my way home
We set up a date
and met up on a Tuesday
in Wicker Park
We sat out on the sidewalk
and ate
and drank
and talked
trying to get to know one another
Still,
I didn’t try to fuck her
or
even kiss her
We went out for a couple beers at
this weird damn bar
and then we walked to the train station
We stood out there
and I was unsure
of what she would do
but I pressed my lips
into hers
and she pressed
hers right back ironically
into mine
and
it felt sooooo damn good
and I was happy
and she was beaming
and on my way home
while tasting
and savoring
her strawberry lip balm
on my lips
I thought-
wow, this is a first
and you know
it feels pretty
fucking
good
to finally not be the biggest
sleaziest
sluttiest
most unworthy
sons-of-bitches-in-the-world-for-once
and
for a fucking change.