i’ve got an eye for an empty heart

One night, months ago, she told me I was being obtuse. I told her that I thought she was so fucking acute. But geometry was never her strong suit, and I’m afraid it went right over her head.

I had been aiming for her heart, incidentally. But I suppose aim was never my strong suit. You should totally play me in pool. You’d clean up.

Still, I thought it was funny.