The diary of a twenty-something

Halloween

There I was, trying to discern the black glitter of my ill fitting tutu from this strangers freckles.
As I meticulously picked at my temporary mate I took in his absurdly clean bedroom, and yet again apologized for the inconvenience of my presence in it. The floor to ceiling mirror covering the closet opened a portal to the girl I had put on for the night. The slutty devil. My dark hair hung frazzled over my face and clung to my neck where sweat was slowly creeping down my back.
"It's okay.", he said as he turned my chin, his eyes already closed in anticipation.
It had been so long since I just kissed with no intention of learning the stranger next to me past the necessary morning goodbyes.
This is for me, not him.
Don't get me wrong, he was a sweet stranger doing all the right things, but as we tangled together closer neither of us met each other's eyes. Knowing simultaneously not to get too close.
We sat there in our web of sweaty glitter coated limbs until morning.