A reminder of life

So yesterday I shot (took pictures of) six kickball games. It's the second set of games that I've one for this company (NYCSSC) and I actually really like it. All the people that I've met so far that work for SSC are really cool and nice and super outgoing. And all the people playing (ages 21-30 mostly) all really get into it. It makes the games actually really fun to watch as everyone cheers and no one spouts negativity.

But last night I had to also go to the bar afterwards to take pictures as well. They have a bar "sponsor" each sport on the different nights. So after the games all the teams go to whatever bar it is and get hammer time. There were a shitload of people playing flip cup and just basically chugging beer. It was like walking into a frat party where everyone was wearing colorful team shirts. Super weird and not my scene at all (though ironically I was actually in a fraternity).

As I was taking pictures a young woman approached me and asked if I ever watched the show Heroes. As soon as the question left her mouth I knew where it was going - I've never seen the show, but for whatever reason I've had multiple people (including Charlie from receiving) tell me I look like Skylar - this guy:

I don't really see it aside from the thick ass black eyebrows, but whatever...

Anyways, the point was that I knew what she was going to infer, and so I smiled coyly and said no, but that I knew who Skylar was and that I've been told that before. We made small chit chat about the subject and then she was on her way to the bar to get a drink. A few moments passed and the girl reappeared, smiled at me and said something along the lines of the resemblance [to Skylar] was uncanny. It occured to me at that moment that she was flirting with me. I would be lying to say I wasn't flattered, not by the comparison to the celeb but by her flirtation towards me. She smiled and walked away. Soon after I finished taking my pictures and headed home.

It was as I was laying in bed going to sleep that I thought about the incident from the bar with the girl. It has been a while since I have been in a situation that I knew of flirting to be involved (I usually am unaware of it). And it made me feel good. But it also made me miss you. I started listening to my own breath and imagined that it was yours. I smelled your shirt as deeply as I could, and the scent you left behind upon it brought you into my arms (or at least I felt like you were close to me).

I guess I'm telling you this story because it made me miss holding you, touching you, feeling you. It made me miss just having you truly in my arms, your scent in my nostrils.

Anyways, I just thought I share the story. I spent my last moments awake just thinking about your breath,

Until the next note mi skirls...