Matthew Fouts
Taking My Life in Your Hands
I guess I should have known
when she met me for coffee
in old baggy clothes,
that she profoundly didn’t give
a shit. I guess I’m just a cock
eyed optimist. That’s not true.
The truth: she sized me up
and saw me as a weight.
I fell in love with the glow
of her shiny black hair
and the carefree sound
of her voice. The soup
is hot; the soup is cold.
I don’t think we’re in
the same place. It’s not about
money. Yeah. The truth:
If you don’t fuck someone
you are spun to the outer reaches,
and you may not come back.
I was initially going to say, ‘Hey! Old baggy clothes don’t necessarily mean that she doesn’t give a shit! She probably didn’t want to appear to be trying too hard!’
But I thought about my most recent date - the sandals instead of heels, the messy ponytail instead of an elegant coiffe, the jeans that were loose over my behind… and realised that I truly didn’t give a shit. Needless to say, we didn’t fuck and his calls remain unanswered.
This entry is the truth. Isn’t it sad how women take men for fools?