You Do Understand
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You Do Understand - Andrej Blatnik
FEW WORDS
Do you believe in a tomorrow together?
First I’d like to believe tonight really happened.
SAVE YOUR KISSES FOR ME
Sometimes the curtain doesn’t even rise, he thought, a moment before stepping onto the stage. And sometimes it rises, but there’s not a single girl out there and you don’t even have to go up to the mike. And sometimes they start booing before you even start singing and then it’s like you’ve won the race by default, you don’t even have to show how much you don’t know, you just spread your arms and walk away. But sometimes, sometimes there’s a lot of them on the other side, clapping and cheering enthusiastically as though they can’t wait for you to start singing off-key, and that’s when you’re in trouble, that’s when you have to take your guitar and sing the way that you can’t, that’s when you can’t take a step back and say I knew it,
to yourself and the world. It can’t be one of those nights that some girl shows up, can it?
WAS I?
I can’t remember a thing. I went out someplace with my girlfriends from school in the evening, and then we went to another place, and then another, I can’t remember, and then those guys showed up. Yeah, we messed around a bit, but no heavy stuff. They kept buying us drinks, but I can’t remember what I had. I remember me and him talking in the hallway outside the restrooms. I remember we waved, he to his gang, me to mine. I remember he had a motorcycle, he fastened a helmet on for me. His helmet. It was too large for me but it smelled good. The rest of the guys smelled like boys, but he smelled—different. Grown up.
My girlfriends asked me: Were you drunk? Was he gentle? Did your mom see him? Did he give you his number? I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything except that smell in his helmet.
AND SINCE I COULDN’T SLEEP
I’ve left. I know I have to leave a note. I know it’s not right for a girl to walk out like this after you’ve taken her to dinner, or rather, after you’ve been wining and dining her for three months, virtually every night, and after she’s said, for the first time, after your nearly one hundred dinners together, that yes, tonight she would like that nightcap. I know it’s hard to wake up and find an empty bed when the night before you were so sure it wouldn’t be empty in the morning, to wake up to an empty apartment when you thought it wouldn’t have to be empty anymore. But I had to leave, I couldn’t sleep, you do understand, don’t you.
What can I say? That it was a lovely evening? You know that already. I always told you so. It was always lovely. That I couldn’t stay? You know that too. You can see I’m gone. All those dinners—I wasn’t really that hungry, you know. But it was nice afterward, when they’d cleared away the dishes and we just sat there, chatting. I liked the way you always slowly shook your head no when I offered to pay the bill. I could have paid, you know, almost every time, not just once, but I liked your slow head shake. It made your hair undulate.
Yes, I know we’d had too much to eat already and it was time to move on to other things. That’s why I said we could go to your place. But the moment we walked in through your door I knew we shouldn’t have. All that stuff in your apartment! There was no room for me. While we were out eating it was less—personal. Here, though—I don’t know, maybe we should’ve gone to a hotel, maybe that would have worked. Like in a restaurant, you come and you go. This, though, was your home. All those things on the walls, objects you and your wife