what happened? br br we had this feeling br from all the calls and br attention we were br receiving that we would br be spending br the evening br together. br br yet, br when we arrive br we are treated br indifferent br like br the mailman or br toll booth worker. br br like br grease monkeys br to your social machines, br we repair and br openly present br our smitten smiles. br br we ignore br the creeping conclusion br of our place. br br a convenience store - br stocked with br loneliness, br lust, br fear br and surrender. br br a desperate pup-eyed slut br in the throes of br a love recession, . br br take what you need. br take your fill. br motor on for more.