a few weeks ago, i got off the 32nd street subway, the loud music in my ears brightening my smile, and started walking towards the library branch near my house. on the way, i glanced towards a guy seated on the steps. he was curly brown haired, scrawny and cute looking. i smiled and walked by. two blocks later, i turned around after someone tapped on my shoulder. i found myself face-to-face with the same guy. i took of my earphones as he said, "are you so-and-so?" i can't remember the name he said but it wasn't karen. so i said, "no, sorry, i'm not." he looked shocked, "you're not so-and-so?" i said, "nope" and walked into the library.
dancing with jake, in our livingroom is the definition of happiness for me.