Poker And Chess

Ch 2: Look At This Chicken I Drew.

I flustered you. That's what immediately piqued my interest.

Melanie said that I caught you off guard when we first started talking. I caught you off guard and flustered you because I was a flirt and was laying lines on you left right and centre. You had to catch your balance. It was over for me when you did, however. You were better than me, your lines came thick and fast (hah, same) and soon it was I that was flustered. I matched the energy though, it had become a competition. It had become a game and I had to save face. So we played. The Poker and Chess. Your move. Go fish.

But Melanie said a lot more than just that. She told me you had a girlfriend. A crazy girlfriend that would cut me for speaking to you and while I could be into that, I wasn't. So we had to be friends. I was Comfortable™ and you were... Unavailable. Friends. Piece of cake right? Wrong.

Being good at guitar has helped me become better at other things, especially with my fingers.

You can play the guitar? That's hot. I prefer the drummer though.

The drummer can't hold you against a wall with one hand on your throat and the other between your legs while I play the chords to Careless Whisper inbetween.

Fuck.

SPEAKING OF... THAT... LOOK AT THIS CHICKEN I DREW. IT HAS A PENIS. LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

Oh my god. Why are you like this.

It brings me joy. You know. Chickens.

I've got a chicken of my own that could bring you joy.

I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD A CHICKEN ?! Whats his name? I'd name my chicken Clive. I don't think I could have a chicken though, I like KFC too much.

Explains why you're so finger fucking good.

I think the slogan is finger Licking.

Oh trust me, I will be licking my fingers.

What is happening.

You were in a Mood™ that night. Our conversations had never been this overtly sexual before. I was turned on, scared and annoyed all at the same time. I wanted to give in which is why every so often I slipped and egged you on a bit just to turn around and try and change the subject again.

Funnily enough, I wasn't thinking about my boyfriend, I was thinking about your girlfriend and another thing Melanie had said.

I don't want to have to deal with your shit when this turns ugly. I don't want the drama.

That's what turned me off. The assumption that there would be drama. The assumption that things would turn ugly. I didn't like people thinking they knew me. We had that in common.

I put a stop to it that night though. I swallowed my pride with a big swig of annoyance and apologised for letting you think I wanted this.

I did.

But I apologise for letting you know.

Why couldn't you just have looked at the chicken. I was proud of it.

Look at this chicken I drew.

We didn't speak again for about 5 months.