I feel like every girl ought to have a plaid flannel shirt. I love mine. It’s comfortable and it’s understatedly sexy. Obviously, the understatedness only functions if you’re kind of covering yourself a little bit more than pictured. Because sometimes sexy isn’t too showy. I don’t know. Two cents. Just needed something to attach to this photo that wasn’t “oh my goodness, that eyefuck”.
But, really, oh my goodness, that eyefuck.
We start talking. Casually. Not about anything weighing too heavily on this earth. About the band that’s playing, about the band that’s yet to come.
“We’ve got a hotel room nearby,” he finally says. She smiles, punctuating the thought.
I smile and play dumb, “yeah, I’m sleeping at a friend’s."
The music really picks up. The lead singer of the opener is dancing around the stage. The crowd is swaying with him.
They’re kissing. Deeply. Lovingly. I can tell I wouldn’t just be a fixer to this relationship. They don’t need me to be able to have a good night together. They’re just so comfortable with each other. They seem so happy. It’s actually a really sexy thought, one I’ve certainly gone into detail on in this tumblr.
He looks over his shoulder at me to see I’ve been watching. She smiles and nods a head over for me to join them. But, I just start dancing. I’m really not going to give in that easy. I just keep twisting and shaking with my friends, making sure to send an occasional smile over to them.