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Work went okay last night. Work..CJ's..it's weird calling it work.
Alex showed up and we hung out for awhile after I was done playing. I think I shouldn't have had those drinks, because I might have made an inappropriate suggestion or two regarding..well, sex. Not that I'd do that to our friendship, even if she were willing. Because, let's face it...aside from her dating an actually..nice guy...there is no simplicity in sex. You can claim it, shout it over and over again, but it's never simple. Or at least..the simple doesn't last. I don't see how it can.
I still..want nothing more..see nothing more...
But I do see the moment of dancing with her, with Cora, that morning in the park..and how with any other two people...I don't know..it could be a pretty nice moment.
And learning certain things about her, about her work...it..well I'd say it surprises me, but really..it doesn't. It fits. It just seems...in the smallest hours of the night, or the morning..when she's in my arms...she's someone different. That someone, I see doing the work she doesn't claim to doing..and that someone...scares me.
Last night was good, though. Alex and I played around on the piano and sang some oldies together in our nearly drunken states, walked her home, talked about Christmas. It was a nice night. I worry about her, though. Something's up..and she won't tell me what.