I wondered what you meant by that rather blank, retarded. disgusted look you give me as I emter the bar. Then as you look at my breasts, distinguishing me from him and only him. You put on your wax lips and smile so falsely, that even my squishy friend could see you didn't 'get it.' You look into my eyes, or shall I say my nose and tell me I am pretty. Your childish, tape-recorded, coast-to-coast pick up line. I aim to smack, but fall short remembering all eyes are on us, for we are wearing glow clothes. And I don't wanna seem cruel, for I actually need my easy-going, care-free image that I've had my whole life. I pull out my barbie-self, and smile taking a deep breath as my sweaty palm touchesyour GAP-cladden shoulder as I flirtaciously laugh. All eyes are on me. The un-guy, boob girl at the bar. "Toasted Almond, please sir," I say as Mr. GAP boy offers to buy. "Of course," my face tells him. And the night passes as I figured it would and we bearly hit it off because there is quote nothing on my mind sir unquote. And I just keep saying stupid things as he plays his "That's alright darling Kate," recording from his hands. I look down to see him touch me there, and how uncomfortable I was, but once again I'm still a girl, not yet understoodwith all eyes on me to see how the movie will end, or shall I say....continue. I smile at you blankly trying to re-assure you that I am that real girl you want me to be. Look at me, all hot and bothered...or so I seem. You rub me and I just look blankly at the window. There are no stars out tonight, although I keep telling myself there must be something out there that I am missing. So I keep looking at it so as not to have to look into your one-way eyes...they don't look back. And you kiss me so passionately that I actually crack a real smile...my limit for this eve. And you turn to me mumbling something about "good time" and I nod, "yes, I love that," as you go in, and I dringe, but bear the pain as you take my innocense, as my soul screams out for a rewind button. I wanna hear that forbidden sound, that screech, but I can't...I can't and my heart cries as I realize innocense is over for me. You zip and laugh evilly going out the bar...forgetting to pay for my drink, let alone say goodbye to me. And that's when I realize that guy in the corner is starting to glow. As am I.