July 13, 2006 / 4:30 p.m.

I was pumping gas
on the way to the airport
for my 6:36 flight
out of Tampa International
To Dulles, in DC
where I would then get my connection flight
to home
in Boston, Massachusetts
two girls
in a beat up pick up next to me
(one was kinda cute,
the other was nothing to write home
or poems
about)
called me over, saying
"you're kind of cute!"
I wasn't quite sure
how to react
so I gave them my best sheepish smile
and thanked them
asking if they had plans for the night
we made arrangements to meet
at the Westshore Mall
later that evening
around 8.
It's now 8:21
and I'm flying somewhere
over the Carolinas
far removed
from the vast wasteland
known as the state of Florida
Sorry, ladies.

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