WALK WITH ME SUSIE LEE


You did see me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a flower of my own. You walked on over and gave me those glances, those nuances. I couldn't help but notice. I was flattered. I still am.



I come on a little strong, really I'm passionate. I understand that many people I meet aren't used to it. Please don't be frightened. Or do be, just a enough.



It's my goal now to not call you, for I have realized that it's been one week. I know I have been rather persistent. I don't mean to scare you. It's just that you're the best thing I have seen in a long time. I don't really know you, but from the time we have spent together, I can tell that my instincts to call you the morning after I met you were correct. Thanks for playing.



When I see something I want. I am a touch smitten. That being said, I am smitten with you. I want that stupid, crazy love, but sometimes I get a little anxious for it.


Here's where I chill.


I daydream quite a bit. Where do you suppose she goes? What's makes here wiggle her toes? I think I just can see a good thing when it comes a long. I don't see a crime in that. Although, I do see a pitfall.



I digress. Everywhere are pitfalls. You have to play all your cards right, and all the stars have to align. It seems to me that it's harder and harder to meet someone these days. All of the people, people at shows, bars, sidewalks, fb, the grocery store and pools. You meet so many people, or at least I do, that it feels like no one gets to know each other anymore. What's your pedigree? Oh, ok. Ciao.



Weren't the stars a slighlty aligned last Thursday? I had just begun riding a bike as my main transportation. That night after work I decided to go support a friend by going to his show. My associate and myself rode to the club where we ran into a friend of ours. After said show, other friends were at another bar. We decide to go. We get sidetracked.



Finally we arrive at the spot of destiny if you will. The strange thing about this is I haven't been frequenting these places too much as of late. Definitely not on my bike. So it's a little peculiar to be there on that night in particular. We go in, have some drinks, hang out outside. Meet some new friends, and decide to go to another locale across the street. Service sucks. This guy won't even acknowledge me. Fuck it, let's go. Back to the fu. As I walk in the door, I see you. It's last call and I am thirsty. I head to the bar, and try to get a drink. As I am waiting, you walk up behind me. I turn around. Damn.



Beautiful. Then those eyes start talking. My favorite was when you would look directly at me, then dart them to side. Only to return with a sneaking glance and a cracked smile. Here's where I buy you a beer. Next thing I know, I am enthralled with talking to you. Oh you surf? Californian? Your mouth is so cute. Smart. Those eyes... beguiling. Saucy. Oh yes, can I Please have your number? Thank you my dear. The pleasure was all mine. You walked out with a grin, and I turned around smiling.



I didn't realize it until I got to bed, but you were still on my mind. I thought that was fun, and fell asleep. The next morning, there you were. I woke up with you. I had to talk to you again. I called three hours later. The rest you're pretty familiar with. For I think you have been there. Albeit, a little more sober than I. Therein makes me want to talk to you again, totally sober, soon. However, I am sure that if I was totally sober, and had spent the time with you, I'd feel the same, or possibly more hoodwinked by your presence. I think YOU may have it enjoyed it more if I was with my wits. I would really like to see you again. I want to make you laugh. I want to see you smile.