She and I
She’s down to earth, I’m down to mars.
At dinner, she loves to talk, about anything and everything. I sip wine to gain the confidence to.
When we’re not together, she’ll go days without texting or calling me, and I don’t text or call her. We idealize an unplugged world. We’re both thinking about getting flip phones. She has a vintage vinyl collection, I have a 10,000 song iTunes library. To her, anyone can wear black, so she wears purple. I wear yellow.
When we’re with friends, she takes pride in her ability to pinpoint a wine’s flavor. To give off the impression that I know what I’m talking about too, I interchangeably use a couple of sophisticated sounding descriptions. My favorite is, “that’s a confronting flavor.” To me it all the same.
She loves art passionately, I love it modestly. We’ll go into a museum and she’ll want to stand by each at each piece for a few minutes. I only do this for the art I like. But to her, art is not about liking or disliking, it's about the chance to enter an artists soul through expression. That’s all a little much for me.
She’s confident in herself and what she wants to do with her life. I still want to be a writer, a photographer, a graphic designer, a web developer. It’s all still a haze.