I’m Dating This Beautiful Girl

I’m dating this beautiful girl who has eyelashes like a Venus flytrap and irises that take on the color of the nearest object, like when we stood under the purple awning in front of that dive bar on Devon. She’s sarcastic but warm and approachable. Laid back but fidgety. In the morning she’s sliding across her kitchen floor in tube socks, singing, feeding her cat. In the evening she’s laying on the oversized couch, quickly flipping through pages of People, pausing only to study photographs of Jake Gyllenhaal. She’s kind. She’s a one of a kind. She’s the kind of girl you want to share all your secrets with. Somehow I always feel like she’s laughing at me and not with me, but hey that’s alright, I don’t mind, especially if she continues to kick the chair out from under me so that I can paint the walls white in the linen closet, Carradine style.