I was out of my mind.
I realise that now.
Now when I try and remember,
What I said?
How I moved?
How I sounded?
What I looked like?
Where I put that rolled up fiver and dusty dvd case?
I'm embarassed.
I'm cringing at the possibility that I could have slurred about my insecurities.
The notion that I could have danced on top of him like a total novice.
Sounded like a hungry, desperate, stranger.
And looked like a chattering mess.

I found my fiver.