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Swept away on the indescribable physiological and emotional current(s) of a particularly tribal Crash Worship show (audience members burning their clothes in a pit fire in the center of the floor), I found myself in one of those filmic situations where your eyes meet someone across the room, you approach each other, you don't talk, you only dance together, erotically, for hours. When the lights went up, our hoarse, exhausted voices exchanged names and she told me where she hung out in oakland, near her place, and that I should come find her some time. I trekked out to this bar in the middle of nowhere several times without seeing her, the enfatuation was getting stronger, i was giving it plenty of fuel. I finally gave it one last, utterly pathetic and embarrassingly silly attempt, I copied up some flyers with her name on it and my phone number, it was almost like a "lost puppy" flyer, or a missing child flyer. Of course I never heard from her.

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hopeless romantic map

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silly , crush , girl , embarrassing , oakland , crash worship , enfatuation , confession