tell my girl, i'll be gone til november

our first real date is at a restaurant near his condo. he starts out on the short end of our L-shaped booth, with about two feet in between us. we order shishito peppers and spinach and some meat, and as the sake fills us, he eventually ends up on my side of the booth, so close to me, his thigh is touching mine. he gets news the biggest movie he's made is now getting support from rolling stone, after having been killed in the courts, causing him to fall into a brief depression. he's in a good mood.

all sake'd up back at his place that smells remotely of weed, he alexa's some music on, and i sit on an orange leather chair he's trying to sell. as i'm blabbering about the paintings on his wall (his mom painted them all), he sits on the other, opposite from me, smoking something from a pen. he comes closer, and his hand is on my thigh and he's looking at me like he wants me to shut up.

then his hands are on my face and he has this great kiss. maybe it's the sake, because then we're all over his place and i'm wearing this annoying bodysuit (note: bodysuits are only good when you don't plan on having someone else undress you). i'm led to the bedroom.

afterwards, he shows me how to adjust my side of the bed with this remote, and gives me a charger for my phone with an extended cord (so convenient). his sheets are soft. he tells me he splurged on everything for his bed since he has trouble sleeping. must help with the ladies (me) too.

he gets a good night's sleep that night. i try to sneak out in the morning, feeling gross having slept in my makeup and not brushing my teeth. as i put back on the annoying bodysuit, belt, and skinny jeans and go to say bye, he takes me down and last night gets an encore.

we get breakfast at mel's. he's a picky eater. likes his food simple, but still healthy. prefers mel's diner over blu jam. i'm in last night's clothes. all sleek and black, not fitting to the bright sun. he sits on the same side of the booth as me again and points out my bodysuit is inside out. i'm such a messy ho.

i have an appointment at 2, so i call my lyft. he walks me out, kiss. for the next six weeks, he'll be away in kentucky filming his next movie.

i'll be gone til november

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