My European Vacation
Ever find yourself falling into something that you know will most likely not end well? I mean, I try hard not to look past the present and assume one outcome or another. But in some situations, the signs cannot be ignored. He's my best friend's friend, he's just out of a long-term relationship, he's incredibly unreliable, he's addicted to pot, he's way older than me, he's a musician. It all says "Stay away," but I just can't...
Friday night, under the influence of alcohol and infatuation, Chris and I exchanged a ton of texts. His were occasionally borderline pornography. It was hot!
I saw him again Saturday. I actually hung out in Williamsburg with an old old friend, and bumped into Chris and Nicky (his dog) on Bedford Avenue. We played text tag for a while, and I finally got his address and hiked to Greenpoint. When he says he lives in Poland, he is not kidding. I heard one chick on a cell phone speaking English in about 12 blocks. Glorious ignorance.
I love spending time with him, cause he isn't some stupid boy who talks about cars and drugs and sex all the time. He stares at me, and says "What are you thinking?" And I find that I can't always answer, so I sit there, and analyze my thoughts until I encounter something intelligible. It's so refreshing to actually think and talk.
He sent me home in a cab at about 4:30am. I made off with a hug, a kiss, a shirt, and a shitload of Nicky hair.
Friday night, under the influence of alcohol and infatuation, Chris and I exchanged a ton of texts. His were occasionally borderline pornography. It was hot!
I saw him again Saturday. I actually hung out in Williamsburg with an old old friend, and bumped into Chris and Nicky (his dog) on Bedford Avenue. We played text tag for a while, and I finally got his address and hiked to Greenpoint. When he says he lives in Poland, he is not kidding. I heard one chick on a cell phone speaking English in about 12 blocks. Glorious ignorance.
I love spending time with him, cause he isn't some stupid boy who talks about cars and drugs and sex all the time. He stares at me, and says "What are you thinking?" And I find that I can't always answer, so I sit there, and analyze my thoughts until I encounter something intelligible. It's so refreshing to actually think and talk.
He sent me home in a cab at about 4:30am. I made off with a hug, a kiss, a shirt, and a shitload of Nicky hair.