My Cardboard Balcony

Up In The Sky by Belinda Roddie I stole Wonder Woman's lasso so I could make you tell the truth for once in your goddamn life. You spilled out your guts like confetti on the carpet, and the stain is never coming out. But the tales you told, oh, Lord, I'm saving them in my back pocket in case you wrong me again. Tell me, how did you manage two other wives without breaking a sweat? You're no Superman, that much is obvious. Now the discomfort's turning your face a whole different color. I always questioned if I needed a hero, but I guess you're the joker here, and I'm sure as Hell the fool. That's no bird or plane up in the sky. No, those are the floating hearts you broke with your half-assed lies. You collected them like comic books. They were vintage, but now they're worth less than the "I love you" you snuck past me. I'd like to turn the page on this little saga, please. I'll buy my own Batmobile and take off a...

The movie was less suspenseful than the date was. I simply could not figure out if she was into me or not. One minute, she was squeezing my hand for dear life; the next, she kept her body closed off, scrunched off in the theater chair, eating the last of her popcorn. It wasn't until the film ended and we were walking to her car that I got a peck on the cheek.