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RECENT INCIDENTS IN MY LOVE LIFE #6

by Lucy Baker
 
I am drinking iced cappuccinos at an outdoor café with this guy I kissed once, in a memorable sort of way, but now we are Just Friends.
 
It’s a Thursday night and New York is happening around us.  Homeless men are spilling stories and begging for change, and tourists in overstated socks are snapping digital photographs. 
 
He laughs at something I say, and I think to myself that Just Friends is more than enough.  Just Friends is awesome.  I am the Just Friends rock star.
 
I slurp the sugar from the bottom of my glass and we stand up to leave.  He gives me a hug goodbye and I can’t help it, my face tilts towards his like a magnet to a refrigerator.  He pulls back, and it is as if a water balloon of awkwardness has exploded between us.
 
So, rock star, not so much.  More like wannabe.

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