they don't **** you like i **** you

i was half drunk when someone told me your name.
i couldn't hear it...with the music being so loud.
i think i shook your hand. or maybe smiled.
i dunno...
i know you were more interesting to watch than the band.
but you weren't doing anything. just standing there.
i told you i liked the drawing on your tshirt.
'it looks like a tree mixed with a spider web.'
you said, 'i drew it. there's supposed to be a face in it.'
i tried to make out a face in the black scrawls...