I am counting freckles on her back and the seconds till I will leave her. She has eyes tattooed on her shoulder, probably because of guys like me.
I get dressed quickly.
The eyes are watching me, knowingly, disapprovingly. I tell myself, she saw this coming, one way or another. I gaze at her pale face as I am heading towards the door, and I am drawn to say goodbye.
I kiss her between her eyelids. After all, I like a girl who doesn’t like surprises.
Is it funnier(more funny) because a woman wrote this? I think so.
