You flex your arms and spring to life as a group of women pass you by. They ignore you, intentionally, and laugh aloud at a joke you don't understand. Time passes, you order another drink and continue to wait. Your eyeballs could use some time to soak but a girl, younger than you want her to be, steps into your sight. You smile, she flips out, you flinch, she grabs your arm and starts shaking you. "Jesse! Jesse, you're him right? You must be Jesse!" Your mouth snaps shut, your intentions change but you're not Jesse. Tonight, you reconsider, you are. "It's so good to finally meet you. I so thought you were going to stand me up. I was so nervous." Blah blah blah you think. She's got electric black hair and is wearing a giant oversized white and grey stripped t-shirt that blankets her like a dress. She'll work you say but she's too busy talking junk through her giggle to hear you. "I'm excited as well" you say to keep the momentum going. You put a hand on her knee and she shakes in her skin. You excuse yourself to the bathroom. Grinning as you walk, you like the way your luck has changed. You fantasize of how it's going to feel when she