Dark Hair. Glasses. Yes.

I'm posted up with some friends.
I'm chatting with a cute petite girl with dark hair and glasses.
I'm aggressive with my boundaries and ignore hers but she's lapping it up.
My hand's on the back of her neck pulling her in and she presses her cheek up to mine.
Her friend is loving it also and totally gives me permission by watching and not butting the fuck in.
My boy confides he's willing to bite the bullet and bang the less cute friend but they call it a night semi-early and we head to another bar, her friend slips me the number I wasn't going to ask for, and makes it easy.
The next day I'll have another number in my phone to a girl whom I cannot recall and none of my friends will remember either other than seeing me posted up in close with some blonde who seemed to know me.

The mysteries of the universe are vast.
I'm texting back and forth with the college girl I went home with while I'm at work and we make plans.
My girl leaves town and minus the above I'm well-behaved.
I can feel the slow spiral toward womanizing happening inexorably, or I don't know and maybe it's the whiskey talking and maybe not, maybe the time in limbo has simply subsided and the dark passenger is back in his rightful place.