Date No. 2

Date #2

We part ways at MetroCenter. I am heading home.

I down two beers in the bus station bathroom in San Salvador, hidden behind a stall with the smell of shit mixed with beer, the noise of the city,

and I am in Cal Anderson Park in Seattle all over again, me and Alex slamming whisky in the basketball court on late Friday nights.

I ride the bus in the rain, buzzed (Seattle again), free, happy, giddy, thinking about why I didn´t kiss her, why I won´t.

But she looked great today. Great. It had been seven months since I´d seen her. She is smart, funny.

And my mom, what would she say? Would the other girl be jealous? She sounded jealous on the phone.

I am here now in my hotel room waiting.