Nike Dunks & Jean Paul Gaultier

I peeped you over there in your B-boy stance
You smiled (a silent invite)
I obeyed & (YES) I offer to buy (YOU) a drink
Hmm...that's it?
Now this I can swing.
Bartender!...Heineken & two shots of something to remember this sweet meeting by.
You brushed up against me & I swear...
...your soul flashed in my mind's memory.
Is that you?
It's definitely me.
I let you walk away still a thought in my mind's eye...
...I'd rather remember you like this than the disappointment you're destined to become (Period.) (Literally.)

-Me

This is dedicated to that guy. Who remains nameless because I wanted him to.