Mr. Flirt

"How was your day babe?"
He asks absent-mindedly
But his attention wanders off
To the bitch in the next table
As soon as he asks that
 
It must be one of those days
I think to myself
Or he's just being a flirt
As usual
 
I hate the way he's checking her out  
But I'm not about to let jealousy ruin  
My rather great mood
I choose to occupy my mind with happier thoughts  
 
Think happy thoughts  
I whisper to myself...  
 
 
But nothing can seem to distract me
From the fact that  
Just the other day  
He was tongue deep in someone else's  
Face hole
 
Calling her sugar lips and shit
Telling her how an amazing kisser she was🙄
How he misses her...  
 
Happy thoughts...
 
Or that other time
He was calling the other one "my beautiful"  
How he can't wait to see her
 
Then it hit me  
I'm just one of his catches
Flirting is his game
And I'm nothing but a number
 
Little does he know  
"I play kings for sport"  
 
Happy thoughts...  
 
"my day was amazing babe"  
I answer, smiling  
As I take a sip of my mojito...