The day I first saw him at the bar, I must admit I stared a little. I had never seen him before, and he was perfect. His tattoos, his gauges, his beard, he was thin, but fit. I noticed it all, every detail. I saw him a few days later riding his bike down 20th street, and almost consciously, I decided I had to know him. We were together for only a short time, maybe two months. We weren’t anything that special, but he was the new guy in birmingham, and I just happened to be his first girl here. I remember lying together in the middle afternoon, just being lazy after a ride around Southside. “I don’t think I can do this,” he said. “Do what?” “I’m just not ready for it,” and he rolled onto his back away from me. I didn’t know what to say other than a little, “okay”. And that was that. Small talk passed as he gathered his things together, got dressed, put his shoes on and everything. I walked to the front door with him, still topless and only wearing these little jersey shorts. “I’m sorry,” he said to me, looking genuinely sad. “It’s ok, I promise.” Then he kissed me on the forehead, and walked out of my life.

The day I first saw him at the bar, I must admit I stared a little. I had never seen him before, and he was perfect. His tattoos, his gauges, his beard, he was thin, but fit. I noticed it all, every detail. I saw him a few days later riding his bike down 20th street, and almost consciously, I decided I had to know him.

We were together for only a short time, maybe two months. We weren’t anything that special, but he was the new guy in birmingham, and I just happened to be his first girl here. I remember lying together in the middle afternoon, just being lazy after a ride around Southside.

“I don’t think I can do this,” he said.

“Do what?”

“I’m just not ready for it,” and he rolled onto his back away from me.

I didn’t know what to say other than a little, “okay”.

And that was that. Small talk passed as he gathered his things together, got dressed, put his shoes on and everything. I walked to the front door with him, still topless and only wearing these little jersey shorts.

“I’m sorry,” he said to me, looking genuinely sad.

“It’s ok, I promise.”

Then he kissed me on the forehead, and walked out of my life.

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