dancing to rod stewart

i asked moi if he would dance with me. i hate dancing but i never imagined i'd someday find it romantic. rod stewart's fuzzy the way you look tonight said everything i wanted to say to moi. and he said, he doesn't know how to dance but he'd hug me instead. good enough for me.

my fellow marxist on mondays sent me a nonchalant message one day saying that i should go find the hand i want to hold forever. this could be it. but then again, it's me. i lose what should be mine.