Collateral Damage: Passion Edition
It started like any other night—
dim lighting, infatuation, pent up sexual tension and me already knowing I was about to do entirely too much.
Because when I like someone? I don’t flirt… I escalate.
I came in with energy…..Confidence, and A slightly concerning level of enthusiasm.
At one point I actually had to stop and think….am I being seductive?? or am I lowkey feral right now?
And honestly? The answer was yes on both accords! Always the over achiever!
Somewhere between “this is fun” and “I should probably relax”…
I felt it. A shift.
Not emotional— no, I’m stable (allegedly).
Physical. Structural. Suspicious.
So I pause.
Do a quick systems check.
Run my tongue across the back of my teeth like— …hold on.
Why does my mouth feel… renovated??
And that’s when it hit me.
Not only did I completely lose my composure…
I may have taken things so far…
I dislodged my own filling.
Like excuse me??? How am I the liability???
So now I’m laying there, staring at the ceiling, trying to act normal while internally scheduling a dentist appointment and a personality evaluation.
Because if it doesn’t shake your soul, ruin your mascara, and have you questioning both your behavior and your dental integrity…
I don’t want it. I do however want to “come” back to back, again. So I will end this confession with a future prediction that will come in the quote of the Great Governor Arnold Swartzy, “I‘ll be back….”
Brutally Yours,
Verity Noir Crescent City Confession #3
