if i were a boy, i’d go to the short stop on saturday nights because the ratio of the sexes works in your favor. when the lights go down and the volume goes up, the coats come off and all you see is shoulders and napes and thighs gleaming in the light. hair shakes like leaves in wind. glossed lips curl upward in grins. get up off your ass and sway beside them. if she shimmies closer, you’re in, but if she spins away, you’re out of luck. please try again.
i wanted joel to get up and dance with the girl with fringe bangs and sleeves folded up to her elbow, but i think he felt strange leaving me there. he shouldn’t have. i was happy, sitting on my hands and sipping my gin, trying to find pretty eyes in the crowd.