Playing Pool

Population: 500
Things to do: ... nothing

In a small town with trees on all sides and a highway that goes on forever there's not a lot to do. Half an hour to the nearest real store. You do what you can to find entertainment.

There's only one bar in the town, and it has two pool tables. Except for the longest time the one minors could get to was tucked away with junk on top so the kids in the town had nothing to do. Now we do... every night playing pool. Staying till 11... Past midnight. Whenever we drag ourselves out of there. They never kick us out like they're suppose to at 9.

We learn how to work the system. You wait until it's only her... yea the woman who seems to always be on a high. She never remembers to charge you, you always can get a free drink... free food. Just wait long enough. Wait untill the other one goes on break so it's just her and strike. Ask for some pool money... juke box money. At least that things updated. Oldest thing in there but it's the most kept up thing.

Playing pool every night with the guys. The two I play with the most... they have girlfriends. The one... his girlfriend's there half the time. They still flirt. It's all in fun. We all know nothing will ever come of our joking and BSing. Until the one came... I've kown him for a long time. He BSed... but he kept it up.

More touchy until he was holding me when he could... when it was just us for a moment... sweet kisses to the top of my head. Nothing will come of it though. I've chased enough guys... they want me they can come and get me.

I can say that with so much confidence now where before I couldn't. I thank that Army man. That two days gave me more confidence then my entire life time. Even if nothing came of our time he gave me the confidence I never had before.

I Am a Girl. I will not fall.

I Am a Girl

My name isn't of any concern. I'm just another person to write their words out. No one will ever really know the person that I am. An yet if you read long enough you just might find out who I really am. No one that I know... live with... or even just personally know will ever read this. An yet that just makes everything better.

Why does it make it better? Because somewhere someone may read this... and somewhere no one will read this. It's a place where I can say whatever I want and those around me won't know a thing wiser.

Will I ever tell them? No... maybe... Someday. I don't think it will ever matter. If they want to find these words I write they'll find them. Until then... I'll write to someone... someone who is no one. But that no one... I thank you. Because even though you are no one to me... now you are. You are someone who may some day understand me for me.