That’s my problem, I’m constantly falling in love.  It’s like 1 in every 5 people on the street has me moony.  I’ll be in front of the apartment, minding my goddamn business, smoking a cigarette and then I’ll see someone.
Her blonde hair is pulled back and she smells so good and the smell lingers and I can’t help myself.  She’s wearing yoga pants and a purple tank and I imagine she’s on her way to the gym for her weekly aerobics class and I’m with her in the change room, my tongue licking the sweat from the small of her back.  We’re peeling off each other’s clothes when he passes me. 
An older man with salt n pepper hair and a fraying tweed jacket.  We’re sitting in a private box watching an aria and his hand is moving up my thigh as the prima donna hits the high notes and we’re happy and he tells me about his favourite poets and I’m imagining our little cottage in the country with 2.5 k**s and a dog and then she stops and asks me for a cigarette,
and I shakily, wordlessly hand her one in awe of her lip ring and shredded jean jacket and effortless cool.  As she lights up and walks away we are punching and kicking and raging in a mosh pit.  I get hit in the face, b***d spurts from my nose and she kisses me through the red and we’re laughing and passionate and angry and so in love.  We wander the streets in the dark collecting and kissing beside dumpsters. 
Then as the last drags of my cigarette burns my fingertips I remember, I’m alone.  No magical woman, no enigmatic man.  I’m just by myself on this cold street in front of my apartment and I hafta drag my ass up three flights of stairs before I see someone else who makes me forget myself and fall in love.  My heart is pulled a million times a day from a million different directions.  I feel raw and lusty but I don’t know how to turn it off.  Everyone is just so fucking beautiful.