SHE TAKES HER TANK TOP OFF WITHOUT LOOKING AT ME, unceremoniously, as if this were her bedroom, as if I wasn’t here. She sits on the bed, scratches her ribbed torso, looks down to figure out what’s itchy. I still don’t seem to be here. I try to pinpoint exactly when I lost control this evening. Before this evening. Earlier. Probably when I met her, when she asked to meet at eight instead of seven, and like a dumb motherfucker I just said sure like I had nothing else to do.
She gets up and jump-dances on the bed to Charlie’s newest song. The band has gone almost entirely electronic since the flick they did a song for. It was a smart move for them to abandon their pop rock ambitions and focus on tracks you can really dance to. Just last month, one of their songs got sampled by a popular Ger
