1 April 2014

Casanova

Legs

I was

stripped

to the waist

working

In my grandmother’s

garden

there was a girl

sun bathing

next door

she was curvaceous

olive skinned

with dark brown eyes

and jet black hair

she was watching

I could tell

it took me a while

to work

up the gumption

to ask her out

she said

she was

‘sort of engaged’

unsuccessful

I departed

with a awkward shrug

and embarrassed smile

.

six months later

or thereabouts

I met her mother

at a party

and I fucked her

what does that say

about me?

an egomaniac?

a jaded lothario

with Casanova syndrome?

my shrink said

I had low self esteem

and I used women

to bolster

my fragile ego

all the time we spoke

I was eyeing up her legs

.

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