The Way That Things Turn Out

I'm lying here wishing I could be honest with you.
I'm lying here wishing I wasn't.
The sheet covers your face and I can barely remember what you look
like,
the night was so ferocious.

What has brought us together? A drink after work, moving onto some
drinks
after work leading to a lot of drinks after work, staggering over to a
cheeky glance.
A cheeky glance that marches right up to a dance that stumbles into a
kiss and later
falls into a taxi back to yours. I don't love you, I never will, in
fact I'm
struggling to spot what it was that made me shoot you that look to
start with.
There must have been something about you surely? Does your father own a
brewery?
Am I trying to get at your famous sister? Is the sad truth that by that
point anyone
would have done? I suspect as much and climb out of her bed so as not
to disturb her.
I sweep my scattered clothes up under one arm and follow the remaining
trail of
garments down the stairs and into the front room where I dress and
discover my hangover
as bend to tie my shoe laces. To the kitchen and the sink. I quench my
thirst and
quickly find some painkillers, which I dispatch with intent. I make to
leave but
as I pass the lounge, something draws me in and acquaint myself with
the sofa.
I look around and take in the well-appointed room. Deep reds on the
walls blend
with satin throws. Photographs of friends, family and lovers,
photographs of
people who look vaguely familiar. An army of well-chosen video tapes, a
welcoming
rack of compact discs. Books that I have read, books that I always
meant to read.
Vaguely aware that I am hungry, I decide to check out your fridge. Can
you tell
what someone is like based on the contents of their fridge? I suspect
not.
Take my fridge. Pesto, peaches, pizza (olive and prawn), milk and Parma
ham.
Take her fridge. Peanut butter, Parmesan cheese, potato salad, milk,
and pretzels.
Nothing in common but milk so I make some tea and hand it to her as she
wanders
into the kitchen bleary eyed and bedraggled.
"Thanks." She stops herself.
"I didn't expect you to be still here."
"Neither did I."
"Why are you then?"
"I don't know," I say nervously, "Can I stay for a bit?"
"Ok, just clear up after yourself and make me laugh once in a while,"
she smiles,
"And don't worry I guess this is just the way that things turn
out."