Poerty Contribution: A Naivete’s Confession
A Naiveté’s Confession
by Jo March
One spring night of ‘07 I was at this club
That’s aptly called Double Happiness
Right down at the Lower East Side.
On my way out the bathroom
I met this amazingly drunk guy
Then held his glass as he took his turn at the bowl.
He thanked me for being very nice
And asked my name with a sheepish smile
I told him mine, and Michael he said he was.
He had a face like this BH 90210 guy
So tall, fine and cute even when doused.
He fuelled my curiosity; I decided to close my eyes.
‘There’s not much like you from where I came from’.
He said as he keenly groped me in the dark.
‘Never met someone from where you came from’, I hissed back.
Michael and I came back holding hands.
Both smashed and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Funny, I shocked all my friends with my impulsive act.
It’s embarrassing what else I did that night,
With too much tea martini running in my blood.
Let me just admit I’ve been really, really bad.
He got my number that I remembered right
For he called the following morn to ask me out
I firmly said NO for I was sober to realize
These boys want nothing else but my girly warmth
written by Jo March