paying in naivety

I was.. in Mist. Just walking. And I… I met some guys and I was in their “territory” or something.

...do you know who the guys were? Names or anything?

Other people, not me. For the most part anyway. I’ve never been good at that. Or I have, I’ve just never cared enough to try very hard. Nurturing? Ha! I’m usually on the other side of the equation. The back room is pretty cozy. Or I suppose we could always take a raincheck for another day. Well flowers are a big turn off for me, so maybe this lesbian thing won’t work out. Damn. You sure? We could at least try making out fro a bit.

I guess that’s fair enough. I feel bad for all the plants you’ve killed. I’m guessing you’re not really the motherly, cuddly type then, huh? That’s probably a good thing. Those kind of people kind of freak me out a little bit. Duly noted. Flowers are a turn off. If I ever end up in that back room with you, I’ll keep that in mind. Are you hoping that your skills in kissing will draw me in? Because those are some high hopes.

I’m not a Rastafarian, I think I’ll pass on that one. But they’re so pointless. All you’re doing is watching the slow death and decay of a poor creature. And it’s supposed to be pretty. Plus what a cliche. Polite? When did you get the impression I was polite? When I was talking about my grandmother’s vagina? … I’m used to hitting up guys, as is obvious. But it’s the back room or a flea-bitten apartment. That’s all I’ve got to offer location-wise. I love them. So much easier than trying to deal with anything more complicated. Promise you won’t hear from me again if you don’t want to. Send me flowers and I will dump them back on you.

There’s a lot of shit that’s pointless, but people do it anyway. The fun part is seeing if you can actually keep the plant alive. It makes you nurturing or something along those lines. Yeah, I can definitely tell that you don’t pick of girls too often. I can’t say much, though, because I’ve never picked up a girl either. I would offer up my place, but there’s a strong possibility that either my parents or my annoying brother might pop up. I’m not up for that level of awkward. Oh, no that’s definitely not why I haven problems with them. And the fact that you’re so against my lovely floral gesture isn’t making me want to sleep with you anymore.

But it’s still flowers. What the fuck am I supposed to do with flowers? Give them out free at my shows? I think it’s just easier to assume that there is no brain at all. That way we can’t really be surprised. Maybe not in this exact location, no. But I have keys to the backroom of the Pulse. I swiped them off a guy there. First and last? So you can send them flowers afterwards?

You just came up with a perfectly viable solution! Or you could do what normal people do and smell them and call them pretty until they inevitably die and you throw them in the trash. It’s the polite thing to do, damn it. Wow, you know how to woo someone, don’t you? Offering to do me in the back room of the Pulse. I think there’s a pun in there somewhere. No, mostly because I’ve never been a big fan of one night stands. They always end up messy for me. Although the flower thing is my new goal.