they could never give me what I want
I met a lesbian tonight. She kept asking to taste beer. She said I want a lager or a pilsner. I had no idea what she was talking about. She, I think, didn’t know what she was talking about. She looked over at me and said. I am a woman. I am a pain in the ass. I said My ass is fine. No pain. I smiled. We talked. About art. Literature. Anna Karenina. College days and nightmares. She was tired. Three kids. You don’t look it. I feel it. She confessed. She paid for her beer and thanked me for a “real conversation”.
