Wrong Girl Right Time

She walked in like

somebody already warned me about her.

They probably did.

I wasn't listening.

Black dress, red wine,

little bit of trouble with impeccable timing.

One look, that's mine— Hold up,

that's exactly how you ruin your life.

She said, 'You always talk this much?'

I said, 'Only when I'm nervous.'

She smiled. Well…

that made it worse.

BAD IDEA!

GOOD NIGHT! Wrong girl!

Right time!

Red wine!

Low light! Everything about this feels a little too right!

BAD IDEA! GOOD NIGHT!

One kiss— goodbye! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M WALKING INTO—

AND I'M WALKING IN ANYWAY TONIGHT!

Phone face-down, two drinks in,

She got that look that makes intelligence

optional again. Good sense?

Gone missing.

Common sense? Never came.

She asked me what I'm thinking.

'Nothing responsible.' She said: 'Same.' (Oh,

we're fucked.) She's got expensive taste and inexpensive patience,

Half a smile, whole room rearranging.

Could leave now.

Probably should.

That's a fantastic argument.

Counterpoint—she looks fucking good.

BAD IDEA!

GOOD NIGHT!

Wrong girl!

RIGHT TIME!

Red wine!

Green light!

Tell tomorrow-me I said he'll be alright!

BAD IDEA! GOOD NIGHT!

No plans!

All night!

I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M WALKING INTO— THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT FEEL

SO FUCKING RIGHT!

Here's the thing.

Bad decisions don't usually introduce themselves.

They should.

Hi.

I'm gonna complicate your life.

…Nice to meet you.

BAD IDEA!

GOOD NIGHT! RED WINE!

LOW LIGHTS! Wrong turn!

Great view!

Every warning sign looks better next to you!

BAD IDEA!

GOOD NIGHT!

One life! That's mine!

MAYBE

TOMORROW I'LL REGRET THE WHOLE THING— BUT TOMORROW AIN'T INVITED TONIGHT!

So…

you coming?

That's a terrible idea.

Yeah.