alive after five

in downtown boise every wednesday is something called alive after five.
music just the way i like it,
people dancing like no one is watching,
and good,
no great, pizza.

in the middle of watching the black lilies,
who were the perfect combination of bluegrass and soft rock,
might i add,
a fine gentleman caught my eye,
and it soon became apparent that i had done the same for him.
so as each song passed the gazes became longer,
and the tension increased.

as the john mayer look-a-like walked away it suddenly dawned on me;
i'm quite exhausted of the initiatory games that go along with flirting.
the whole, "i'm going to glance and smile and so are you but we both won't say anything." deal.
because really,
i knew nothing would ever come from gazing at john mayer look-a-like.
but i did it regardless,
and by doing so walked away feeling sad that no words were exchanged.
it is form of torture that instills copious amounts of hope,
and frankly i am tired of being a masochist.

what happened to the ones who make the first move?
who can pick-up on when a female is interested?
who make you feel as you should,
a feminine, darling of a woman who deserves to be chased?

oh that's right,
i know where those kind of fellas are.
sadly they are out of commission for a short-while.
until then,
i will be stuck in this awkward, limbo stage.
wish me luck,
i'm going to need it.