When I invited you over
to watch the final episode of Dawson’s Creek
and we ended up in bed
for a rather athletic weekend,
I can’t help but feel
that you arrived under false pretenses.

I had no idea you were familiar with Dawson’s Creek,
had already seen the finale
owned the Compleat BluRay boxed set
and had been a charter member
of the Joey Potter MySpace FanSite.

You could have told me.
I might have slept with you anyway
and probably for just as long
and as enthusiastically
but the way it played out
I feel kind of cheated
and cheap.

So thanks for that.
Want to maybe
catch up on the Screams sometime?