For the meme that reflects sadly on our own lives.
And you’d sit awkwardly close to me, ignoring my body language and determined to break past the shell I’ve created.
I ignore the way our shoulders brush together and continue to fiddle with my phone, even though it’s obvious I’m not doing anything or talking to anyone. That’s the point of this party - we have no friends.
You make small-talk and I respond in one-worded answers, unsure of why you’ve taken such an interest, sure of an ulterior motive. As the night carries on the conversation turns more intimate and the tension between us shifts into something more… pleasurable.
Eventually you turn to me, the closeness not so awkward and say, “Anon, let’s take this socially awkward situation somewhere a little more… private.”
And I say, “Wait, what was this ask about again?”