I saw you pick up the city paper in Dupont Circle and immediately flip to the "I Saw You" section, desperately searching for the validation of a stranger.
I saw you call your boyfriend during happy hour at the Capital Grille to say you were out with work people and would be out late, then immediately sit down for a romantic dinner with a coworker.
I saw you driving down K Street in your new H2 trying to extract your brains through your nostrils.
I saw your awkward blind internet date at Cafe Milano. I also saw how eager she was to run like hell after 10 minutes.
I saw you making out with your friend's girlfriend when he was out of town, and I saw how painfully empty you must be inside to do such a thing.
I saw your credit card be declined at Olives - I saw everyone's face when they realized you don't have as much money as you throw around.
I saw you get your nipples pierced, and you should've done it twenty five years ago.
Before you will ever see it, I saw your prescription for Valtrex written.
I saw the lack of conviction in your eyes when you told your peers that you would eat at your client's fast food chain restaurant.
I saw you spend an extra half hour in Whole Foods waiting for George Clooney to fall out of the freezer and ask you out on a date.
I saw you prey on that girl 30 years younger than you at the Waterfront, and I saw her youth ending before my eyes.
I saw you get jealous at your friend when someone showed interest in him, and I don't think it's because he got the girl.
I saw you dancing on the pole, and then I saw you months later walking out of a certain law firm on NY Avenue.
I see all this shit you do when you think nobody's watching. I see all this shit you think nobody notices. I see all the things you think are secret, and then I remember why this city is so fucking awesome.