I rubbed my feet over eachother, only socks on. She'd instructed me to remove my shoes at the door. She smiled sweetly at me from across the table, stretching across to pick up my plate, giving me an unintentional view.
I tried to avoid it, and my eyes quickly darted to her excessively organised kitchen, each unit colour coded for clarity.
She finished her wine and hiccupped, giggled and then winked at me.
My hopes were wounded though, as she chirpily said
"Dinner is over now, I suppose."
I looked at her, confused. Even though nothing had ever been declared, I was pretty sure we were an official item. It looked that way to outsiders, but I feel as if she's playing a game.
But I want her.
"You didn't drink anything, so you can drive yourself home, right?" she innocently smiled.
Taken aback, I blurted
"Uh no, I can't... Uhm.. I'm afraid of driving... In the dark.. Everything looks the same, you know? Uh.. so yeah.." I awkwardly rambled, knowing I'd never get away with such a ridiculous excuse.
"Fair enough. Sure, I'll call you a taxi and you won't have to drive."
"I didn't bring my wallet" I said hopefully.
"Oh don't worry, I'll pay" she grinned, touching my arm.
I cursed in my head. I really thought I'd be able to stay over the night. I was certain of it.
She started to push me gently, but firmly, out of the kitchen, shutting the door loudly behind her, and I felt all my hopes quickly seeping away, puddling onto the floor.
"Wait.. But.. I was thinking..!"
I stuttered a speech of weak protests, but she refused to look at me, suddenly becoming totally disinterested in me.
"I thought we were finally spend the night together, what's going on?" I blurted.
She stared at me in disgust, making me feel rather small.
"A woman should keep her discretion" she snapped, her lips becoming tight.
Sad songs and waltzes were useless to me now, I was too disappointed and far too angry with her.
"Were you just leading me on?"
I stood my ground before she thrusted me out of the front door.
"We were just having dinner, that doesn't automatically entitle you to sex."
"Entitle me? What are you, a prize to be won? Do you think you'd be doing me a favour by sleeping with me?"
She didn't answer, but proceeded to shove me out the door.
I felt robbed. I thought we were finally spend some cliché couple time together. The amazing night, the awkward morning, but what would've been yesterdays clothes are useless to me now.
She threw my vans out and slammed the door without a mere goodbye.
I clenched my fists in anger, noticing her neighbour watching me, and I instantly felt disgraced.
I looked down, jaw clenched and sat on her step. I fumbled with my shoe laces. I hadn't untied them correctly, my eagerness at the beginning of the evening causing me to kick off my shoes.
I stood up, and heard the clinking of my car keys. I reached into my pocket to take them out, and stared at it.
A small smile crept on my lips.
In a moment I'll not call madness just yet, I engraved on her letterbox, 'Cruel Brunette'.
This short piece was inspired by the song "Cruel Brunette" by The Strypes. Of course, all is legally theirs, I just felt inspired to write this. If interested, here's the link to the song;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PgXuEcM21U
I tried to avoid it, and my eyes quickly darted to her excessively organised kitchen, each unit colour coded for clarity.
She finished her wine and hiccupped, giggled and then winked at me.
My hopes were wounded though, as she chirpily said
"Dinner is over now, I suppose."
I looked at her, confused. Even though nothing had ever been declared, I was pretty sure we were an official item. It looked that way to outsiders, but I feel as if she's playing a game.
But I want her.
"You didn't drink anything, so you can drive yourself home, right?" she innocently smiled.
Taken aback, I blurted
"Uh no, I can't... Uhm.. I'm afraid of driving... In the dark.. Everything looks the same, you know? Uh.. so yeah.." I awkwardly rambled, knowing I'd never get away with such a ridiculous excuse.
"Fair enough. Sure, I'll call you a taxi and you won't have to drive."
"I didn't bring my wallet" I said hopefully.
"Oh don't worry, I'll pay" she grinned, touching my arm.
I cursed in my head. I really thought I'd be able to stay over the night. I was certain of it.
She started to push me gently, but firmly, out of the kitchen, shutting the door loudly behind her, and I felt all my hopes quickly seeping away, puddling onto the floor.
"Wait.. But.. I was thinking..!"
I stuttered a speech of weak protests, but she refused to look at me, suddenly becoming totally disinterested in me.
"I thought we were finally spend the night together, what's going on?" I blurted.
She stared at me in disgust, making me feel rather small.
"A woman should keep her discretion" she snapped, her lips becoming tight.
Sad songs and waltzes were useless to me now, I was too disappointed and far too angry with her.
"Were you just leading me on?"
I stood my ground before she thrusted me out of the front door.
"We were just having dinner, that doesn't automatically entitle you to sex."
"Entitle me? What are you, a prize to be won? Do you think you'd be doing me a favour by sleeping with me?"
She didn't answer, but proceeded to shove me out the door.
I felt robbed. I thought we were finally spend some cliché couple time together. The amazing night, the awkward morning, but what would've been yesterdays clothes are useless to me now.
She threw my vans out and slammed the door without a mere goodbye.
I clenched my fists in anger, noticing her neighbour watching me, and I instantly felt disgraced.
I looked down, jaw clenched and sat on her step. I fumbled with my shoe laces. I hadn't untied them correctly, my eagerness at the beginning of the evening causing me to kick off my shoes.
I stood up, and heard the clinking of my car keys. I reached into my pocket to take them out, and stared at it.
A small smile crept on my lips.
In a moment I'll not call madness just yet, I engraved on her letterbox, 'Cruel Brunette'.
This short piece was inspired by the song "Cruel Brunette" by The Strypes. Of course, all is legally theirs, I just felt inspired to write this. If interested, here's the link to the song;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PgXuEcM21U
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