She loves me, she loves me not and zombies.

I am going to just type. It is going to be fiction and non-fiction intertwined. The room was filled with smoke. Our conversation was serious. I watched her lips form the words. Those beautiful lips. The buzz of patrons having a good times fill our ears. She looks at me and smiles. I can't help but fall in love with her again. She tells me she needs someone. My telepathic messages tells her...I am that somebody!! She must not be on that frequency. I smile at my own joke. I stop myself from kissing her at every clever line she delivers.

We revisit our past history. She tells me I have a way of being a smooth talker. I act surprised. Who have you been talking to? You are definitely getting some incorrect information. Trying to be formal. She sees right through me. You see...I have never really had luck with the ladies. I have faked it all the way. She seems to buy it. Her whole body tells me she wants me. Her words tell me otherwise. She moves closer to me. The room is getting more crowded and louder. It is making our conversation a little harder. We share some appetizers. We drink our drinks and order another round. The waitress was scoping me out. She looked at me a little longer than she should have. My partner sees that too. She tells me, "The waitress likes you". I pretend not to notice. Still, my focus is on you mi amor. I decide to tell her. She smiles without another word. Instead she eats her nachos letting the moment pass. I wonder who has she really been talking to that would make such a comment. Look at her eyes to see what she is thinking. She hides her feelings well. She touches my hand and tells me she remembers seeing a friend of ours. Strokes my hand with her thumb.

I am sorry that is all I got. I had a dream about zombies again. I was traveling thru the city. It seems it was a wasteland. It was also part my parent's little pueblito. There were buildings I was climbing and looking for remnants of a movement that was trying to survive.