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Chemistry

Occasionally you overhear
an interesting conversation
between men and women
about their approaches
to each other
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it was clear the girl
knew the guy
and that they had probably talked
about a lot of things
over a period of time
neither hesitated
in jumping in
and there didn't seem to be
any lingering resentment
or wild pay backs
for old wounds
and while the guy was clearly
interested in the girl
in some respects
his eye contact was strong
but not mooning
and she held her glances
for longer than would be safe
if she were into him
and when she looked down
it wasn't in a way that made
her hair cover her eyes

he said guys are very
straightforward for girls
and can imagine something happening
once they get to know a girl
the girl contended
that if there were no chemistry
a girl wouldn't waster her time
getting to know a guy

while neither finished the other's
sentences
or interrupted with anything like
strong compete
neither had much skin
in their disagreements
and eye contact remained constant
and he didn't flare his nostrils
and she didn't raise her tone

somehow I got the feeling
they were feeling each other out
maybe confirming once again
where they stood
in relation to each other
or disconfirming false
first impressions
that had dragged on
longer than was useful
or fair

suitably unwronged
the girl dropped
her phone
and the guy picked it up
and put it back
in her left hand
knowing instinctively
she was right handed

she met his eyes
that were verging on
a stair
holding him fast
in her own glance
for a moment
before looking down
and from side to side
and ever so briefly
away
before fixing him
in her sights again
all the while his eyes
appearing not to move
off hers

that is where I left them
lingering longer myself
would have been rude
and now comes
the awkward dilemma
for you
of trusting
a potentially unreliable narrator
who gave up plausible deinability
when he caught sight of her
where this all started
for him
and for her.
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