One of the Guys

The musical noise that emanates from the casino floor,

We rush through the upper level, looking down at the money

Changing hands across the green felt. Dice rattling, shouts

of anger, squeals of excitement. We pass the club where the line

bends round and the women wear dresses so tight and

so short, it leaves little to the imagination.

 

“Someone’s on a roll” John says as we see lights flash and people cheering.

“I have a gambling problem” he blurts. We hurry past the scene.

Five guys and me. Lonesome girl. It’s okay though,

We stand by the railing waiting for our table, comparing women.

 

A bachelorette party walks by. The bride-to-be in

A sparkly strapless dress, cut just below the thigh, with

a veil clipped in her hair. My eyes follow without stop

until she’s out of sight. The guys stare at me in awe.

“What? She’s hot!” They don’t know how to deal. The

table’s ready. Sit down, ready to order. I’ll have a beer.

 

Table talk. More and more comments, I become ‘one of

the guys’. Talking basketball, football, girls. It was if they

forgot I was one myself. Perverted thoughts of what they’d

do to that girl that walked by, dressed like a classy hooker.

 

The bus ride home is filled with the ending of a chick flick

And talk of parties and drinking. The bus stops and we part.

I walk home in the cold, only in a t-shirt, and become myself again.

Just a small, shy girl, walking cross the grass.

Watching my breath as everything slowly becomes a memory.