Shut Up and Kiss Me

From the corner of my eye I can see him. He's looking at my tits.
I pretend not to notice and continue up the path...
I should have worn a bra, I think. I should have worn a bra...
Put on a little makeup, made myself presentable...

Instead I say nothing about something such as:
"What do you think was here in the year '0'?"
"Zero?" he repeats. "When the hell was that?"
"Before A.D. and pre B.C," I explain.
"Oh," he said hesitantly. "I don't know...maybe no one?"

"Perhaps you're right," I said. "It was the year that nothing happened.
Or maybe it was the year that EVERYTHING happened. I imagine it depends on who you ask."

"Is this a trick question?" he returned.
I could feel the smile curling up on his face, but I refused to look.

"Never mind," I said. I know better than to discuss religion on a first date.

I continued hiking up the hill.

He tried to grab my hand so I decided that it would be better to talk with it>
I used it to describe all of the amazing things that must have happened in the year '1'.

"Though maybe year '0' had something to do with it," I went on..."But I don't know. I wasn't there.

"Would you have like to have been?" he asked, noting my fixation for years for which I have no history.

Does that mean I would not have to be here with you right now? I thought to myself.
My answer then would have been "Yes."

But instead I said,
"I think it would have been a tough time to be me."

He reached out and put his hand on my face and tried to draw my eyes to his, but I wasn't buying it.

"You're beautiful," he told me.

"You're silly," I answered.

I was afraid. Flustered by the fact that if he could see into my eyes he would see the puss around my pupils.

He was cute and nice and smart and all...didn't eat meat...plays guitar, likes the farmer's market and could tell apart the trees by looking at their leaves.

But I didn't want him looking at me. I was afraid he would be able to see just how ugly my insides were and just how angry I was at nothing. Besides there was something about him that was creepy.

So instead, I shut my eyes and kissed him. Nothing major, mind you, a quick peck on the lips and that was it.

"It's hot out here," I told him. "Let's go get some ice cream."