open letter

an open letter to the hotness that was you at the damien rice concert last night.

you with the faded baby blue vintage t.  standing there, arms folded across your chest.  sexy as hell tattoo on your left forearm.  and me all anti tattoo before you, who'd a thunk it.  hair on said forearms. the longest eye lashes i have ever seen.  the way the light from the stage hit them as you turned and looked at the crowd.  your buzzed and slightly thinning dark blonde hair that came to the perfect point at the base of your neck.  beautiful body, nice shoes. hey, i notice shoes, back off. a cell phone raised to your chin, standing there pensive.  were you expecting a call? i was right there silly, of course i wouldn't be calling you.  a look of pain came across your face, as if the burden of being that hot was almost to much for you to bear.  as if physical pain came to you just from being so beautiful.  you stood, you listened, barely moving at all.  i saw you notice the thirteen year old lesbians standing right in front of you.  how could you not, the way they were swinging the hands they were holding.  and then "delicate" began to play and your phone moved to your ear.  you made a call, you played them that song.  that's what i would have done.  that's what i wanted to do.  but i fought the urge when "amie" came on.  but why were you there alone? the person on the other end who just couldn't be there for you tonight does not deserve you.  you must leave them and run away with me.  so if you're reading this and you saw damien rice in cleveland, ohio last night, i was the boy in the brown vintage t.  cuff watch, cuff bracelet, yes it was borderline wonder woman, but i like the way they look together.  flip flops, baby blue ball cap.  anyway, that was me.  i saw you, you glanced at me.  you see the email address over there.  you know what to do.  i'll be waiting...

by the way "eskimo" was fucking brilliant. i got chills. i was blown away. i was moved. not as much as the girl in front of me who broke down and cried mind you, but moved all the same.