with much blood shed, i will conquer this night.
So i went out with Rut, her boyfriend, and her friends friday night. it was a good time, but it was one of those nights i just wasn't feeling it and couldn't get comfortable. the double vodka i had before i left didn't even buzz me, then the beer i had at the bar didn't get me much of anywhere either, and I ended up being awkward and terrible at conversation and eventually deeming the night to be lost cause. of course this also meant i lacked the confidence to act on the few lustful Swedish glances i got from across the room.
***Now let us break for a short inner monologue: “grant, you have only ONE life to live. you have only ONE chance at every day and only ONE chance at every night. you’re in Sweden for fuck’s sake! don’t fucking waste it on being a pussy.”***
I guess I should have realized that I must have been some significant point in Rut’s life as everyone in her circle of girl friends knew me quite well though i had never met any of them before. and then i learned that i was Rut's “första kärliken” (first love)… those were the words straight from her mouth. i’ve been secretly wanting to hear those words for the past 6 years.
***Now let us break for a short inner monologue: “grant, you have only ONE life to live. you have only ONE chance at every day and only ONE chance at every night. you’re in Sweden for fuck’s sake! don’t fucking waste it on being a pussy.”***
I guess I should have realized that I must have been some significant point in Rut’s life as everyone in her circle of girl friends knew me quite well though i had never met any of them before. and then i learned that i was Rut's “första kärliken” (first love)… those were the words straight from her mouth. i’ve been secretly wanting to hear those words for the past 6 years.