1 outta 2.

The first time we met, we never really did. She smiled at me from across the dorm and bowed her head towards her PBR tall boy. She was a hipster. I didn't care.

It was a party. The room smelt like incense and hash. Someone's iPod mini shuffled through The Shins several cliche college living albums. People talked about philosophy, people stared at their hands. She stared at me. I didn't stare back. I should have, courtesy if anything, but I didn't. I didn't flatter her ego, I didn't make eyes, offer her a drink, ask for her number. I didn't care.

Her name was Marilyn, but she was no Monroe. And I was no Frank Sinatra. She was taking cardiology, I was doing environmental sciences. Her eyes were brown and big. They were nothing special. She had a scent about her that reminded me of tea. Her lips were always dry like winter, even in the summer months. She had dimples and a nice smile. She was plain. And I didn't ever love her. I didn't care.

I dated her for 6 months. She used to worry a lot. About school, about us. I told her I wasn't going anywhere and neither was the campus. Well, 1 outta 2 ain't bad as far as lying is concerned. She wanted me to meet her parents. I was on another page. I hated the fact she chewed her pencils and I hated the fact she loved me. I didn't care.

I told her I loved her too. I bought her a ring for her birthday. It was green, her favourite colour and I'll be honest, that's all i seemed to known about her. I knew the little things she would bitch about if I didn't. Movies, music, food, colours. Favourite jeans, biggest pet peeve. I never really knew Marilyn the way I wanted to. I didn't care.

When we broke up, it was messy. She cried and she broke things. My things. That's all I could think about when she screamed "I HATE YOU DARRIN" at me. All I could think about was my things she was breaking. I want to ask her to pay me back for them. She told me she hated me. I didn't care.

And now it's all over. I see her around campus but I don't say hello. She still chews her pencils. And my coffee table leg is still wobbly. I see her a lot.

I didn't ever love her and I didn't care. Well, 1 outta 2 ain't bad as far as lying is concerned.