I think I’m not attracted to girls who get too enthusiastic about something.
I think you can figure out what I mean.
It’s just that I am attracted to women with a tinge of mystery.
A benign darkness if you will.
I could be wrong of course.
But this is what I am feeling here and now.
Written while sitting alone at some eating place. But I guess you’ve figured as such.
I mean this is a Sunday and I am The Passenger.
This particular place has great burgers though.
A sort of consolation