"so i was thinking that for our first date we can go ice skating.
wait, no there's a game this weekend, you can come watch me cheer
and then we can go out to eat after that,
we'll go ice skating on our second date..."

and she just kept
talking and talking
and fucking talking.

i'd tried tuning her out but her high-pitched
squeal was too loud
as she gripped at my wrist causing a spike of pain to shoot up my arm.

she let me go, my hand free to come up and press against my sleeve,
"oh my god, you're my boyfriend!
i have a boyfriend!"

and i had blood on my arm
she didn't notice my pain
from the cuts she reopened.