SWEAT

All of the first dates sweaty affairs. 
Nerves and heat. 
That’s all I remember of them. 
The rush came over me like a thousand spider bites on my forehead,
heating up. 
I attribute all of my failed, romantic exploits to the heat. 
The sweatier on the first day, the bigger the inevitable train wreck.

It makes me nauseous
to think of all the wasted perspiration.

-SLL