"As to Why I'm Flying Solo"

Roomie Kate: "But you kinda like him, so I won't snuggle with him."

Me: "NO! Go ahead! I'm not chasing him!" 

Roomie Kate: "And why not?" 

Me: "He hates dogs! He loves cilantro! It will NEVER work!"

Roomie Kate: "You're never going to find the perfect man, dear." 

Me: "Dogs and cilantro are big things!" 

Chuckle, chuckle. 

But really, I am rather star-stuck 

with my desire to be intimate with friends 

rather than opening up to another boy. 

I've done the dangerous deed 

of forming a dream boy in my head. 

Perhaps, he was always there, only, 

quieted by the boy I already had. 

So, when that boy left, 

I finally pumped life into him. 

This boy has spice in his eyes, 

music in his fingertips, 

a foreign lilt in his voice. 

And takes me all over the world. 

And I am all too aware 

of how unfair I'm being 

to the American boys around me. 

Sigh. 

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