Do I Dare

He told me he kind of liked the bigger chick in the black shirt, the one with the friend. He raised his eyebrows like he wanted encouragement, how about that, do you dare me, do I dare. I said I had to go to the bathroom and I did. I went outside and got a cab. I took it home. "Long night," the driver said, and I didn't really know what he meant. "You get lucky?" I told him no. He said there was always options, always tomorrow. He told me he met his wife in a bar, that he knew it was a bad idea but that he couldn't help himself. I said that was a beautiful story and we kept quiet the rest of the time. I slept alone that night, nestled snugly in the groove on the west side of my bed.