We’re sitting in a bar; you’re looking at me, and I’m looking at you, and we’re both alone. We’re refusing to look at our phones because we’re out, and when we’re out we should be present and not look at our phones because otherwise why didn’t we just stay home.
I don’t think we’re scared to make the first move. Really we’re both probably just already mad at the other person for not starting something. But then they’re probably thinking I should start it. Whoever asks the other is probably just slightly less insecure than the other. And why would we start something that we don’t know we’ll finish anyway? So I sip my drink, you evade eye contact. We both just sit uncomfortably for the remainder of the glass.
But why do we even need to talk to each other in the first place? Because we’re both alone and male and female and three feet away from each other? We can just exist here without there being some kind of need to communicate. But also I like communicating and feeling and loving. I just like it a certain way.
I hate thinking about this tension that may or may not actually exist. Before I leave, I head to the bathroom and accidentally set my purse on fire because I didn’t see the candle on the floor. I tell the owner I like the music they’re playing, and you don’t even bother to ask if I am okay.
Moovin & Groovin 