I WAS ALWAYS TERRIBLE WITH WOMEN
There weren’t many girls at the beach.
None at all, actually.
I was lying there in the sand,
in my filthy jeans and stained, burned t shirt.
Finally this older chick came walking by.
She didn’t look too bad.
I was desperate for some action,
would kill for even a kiss.
I thought I’d give it a try with that broad.
As she got near I caught her eye and said,
“hey, how’s it goin’?”
She smiled at me and kept walking.
That was it.
I watched her walk a little ways down,
then laughed to myself, at myself,
saying, “dude, you’re such a fuckin’ loser.”