The Guy From Florida
Alcohol was the perfect lubrication.
I saw him at the bar; my height, curly dirty-blonde hair and a rich Southern tan. There was something different. It was somewhat hard to pinpoint.
Later that evening everyone was talking. We drank. Then drank some more. After five screwdrivers and a JagerBomb- I was ready for anything.
He told me he had a girlfriend.
He told me he wouldn't cheat on her.
He told me that they were probably going to break up. Her; being so far away.
But then he told me that he hoped it would happen before I left.
There are moments in life when you are neutral, out and in. I am out. He is not. I thought at the neutral beginning that I would be out an oppertunity- but now I am in.
Things change rather quickly. Within the course of an hour it went from him being straight and having a girlfriend to him begging me to come back as soon as possible. He would have fallen to his knee's in desperation had I not quelled his fears.
He said I was "Good Looking", the Southern translation for a Northeastern, "Attractive."
I missed him though, upon my return. But I have no worries. I will die another day. And oppertunity has already presented itself.
I haven't felt this good sense Brent. Which raises another question.
I saw him at the bar; my height, curly dirty-blonde hair and a rich Southern tan. There was something different. It was somewhat hard to pinpoint.
Later that evening everyone was talking. We drank. Then drank some more. After five screwdrivers and a JagerBomb- I was ready for anything.
He told me he had a girlfriend.
He told me he wouldn't cheat on her.
He told me that they were probably going to break up. Her; being so far away.
But then he told me that he hoped it would happen before I left.
There are moments in life when you are neutral, out and in. I am out. He is not. I thought at the neutral beginning that I would be out an oppertunity- but now I am in.
Things change rather quickly. Within the course of an hour it went from him being straight and having a girlfriend to him begging me to come back as soon as possible. He would have fallen to his knee's in desperation had I not quelled his fears.
He said I was "Good Looking", the Southern translation for a Northeastern, "Attractive."
I missed him though, upon my return. But I have no worries. I will die another day. And oppertunity has already presented itself.
I haven't felt this good sense Brent. Which raises another question.