Texting Melody

(Waiting on the World to Change)

It's wednesday. After hearing about Cinco De Mayo, and checking my facebook for any updates, Finn's, the only happening bar beyond San Francisco and in my reach sent out status update hopes that there would be something there. It was nothing. It was weak and terrible, where you could hear everyone's conversation below the terrible kareoke deftone wannabe. It blew, end of story. I walked to my car, 2 beers and tipsy, and started heading home. My butt vibrated. I tilted in my carseat to pull my phone out of my back pocket. It wasn't a call.

Hey shotgun, hows ur world? :)

Melody. Melody the girl I met on the Greyhound several weeks ago. Italian down to Earth Melody. For a moment I thought about driving to Sacremento. Getting an apartment, settling down with a girl I don't know, walking around in a towel as I would kneel down next to her sleeping body under the white sheets that happen to feel light as air. Coming down to her forehead and lightly pressing my lips against her face. However, that's not PUA talk, and I should really get real with myself. It's not going to happen if I constantly thinking about the future. The tense moment of now, will be blocked off by hopes of a future.

We continued to text each other while I was driving and getting pulled over. I wasn't getting pulled over for texting, I was actually getting pulled over because I didn't use my turn signals to take a right turn, and my high beams were on because my headlights broken. Fucking retard cop. Melody I continued to text:

Me: Shotgun, really? happy cinco de mayo!
Melody: Whodalaa! Lol! In the middle of something beautiful person, or whatever that lady said lol. U just popped in my mind n wanted to text kiss you.... (She was recalling the girl that called me Racially Beautiful)
Me: EEEEK I'm getting pulled over
Melody: W.t. F! Be careful cinco...
Me: Uggh, I got a ticket for having my highbeams on.
Me: Okay so I'm home now, what r u up to Italiano? (This is really bad needy text game)
Melody: Goin me mes. I'm pooped out. Sweet dreams lover boy... x.o.X.O Lol

I closed my phone and watched the end of SWAT; never liked the movie, and about 14 episodes of friends.

- Trig

P.S. I will get back to the Greyhound story. My mind has been really friend, I have no idea why. It's not being challenged.