Spring Break
Apparently it's spring break. I guess I should pay attention to things that matter to other people, but I really don't care. At least, I didn't care until he called.
He was bored. I was working. Fifteen minutes till I got off. Perfect timing.
Spent three hours driving around. I did most of the talking. We walked across the bridge, looked at the lights and the water. God, it was fucking cold and I was wearing a spaghetti strap but he offered me his jacket. Then we went back to the car 'cause he got cold. Walked along the water. We found a boat made of metal and a book and a pile of email printouts. Jim and Meshel gave us something to laugh about. Huhuhu.
It was way too much fun. He brought me home.
So why do I feel guilty?
'Cause I talked too much. 'Cause I didn't have my own jacket.
'Cause he said "...or we could park somewhere and make out" and I didn't take him up on it.
He was bored. I was working. Fifteen minutes till I got off. Perfect timing.
Spent three hours driving around. I did most of the talking. We walked across the bridge, looked at the lights and the water. God, it was fucking cold and I was wearing a spaghetti strap but he offered me his jacket. Then we went back to the car 'cause he got cold. Walked along the water. We found a boat made of metal and a book and a pile of email printouts. Jim and Meshel gave us something to laugh about. Huhuhu.
It was way too much fun. He brought me home.
So why do I feel guilty?
'Cause I talked too much. 'Cause I didn't have my own jacket.
'Cause he said "...or we could park somewhere and make out" and I didn't take him up on it.