a blink, a breath, she's coming into her own.
A first entry. But really it's not. I've kept record of my days, my nights in bindings of random scraps of paper for years. So this can pick up where they left off.
Last night I was with my malefriend walking down the boulevard and we were approached by two men. The taller of the two asked for a dollar for some food, and the shorter stayed silent. I've never been approached for money before, so I just sort of acted as the shorter. Guy told them he wouldn't just give them a dollar, he'd take them for a full meal. I was sort of intrigued at Guy's decision, as I was just going to give them a dollar and be on my way. He's so much more compassionate than I am. And that may sound really awful on my part, making me seem arrogant and cold, but that's not what I meant. I just struggle to find words to explain it. Anyhow, we continue on and stumble across an Indian restaurant Guy said he used to take his last love to. We settle down, and the whole time the men are looking very shocked, (and possibly scared?). They are silent, I am silent, and Guy is just, well, he's being Guy. He tells them about our evening and offers to split a dessert. I wish I could add all of the details of the conversation, as it was right out of film, but I can't remember the specifics. I was just in awe of the whole situation.
After the meal, we parted ways with the men. Guy and I walked back to his apartment and cuddled on the sofa while watching Amelie for the umpteenth time.
Life relays to words in ways that don't always do it justice.
Last night I was with my malefriend walking down the boulevard and we were approached by two men. The taller of the two asked for a dollar for some food, and the shorter stayed silent. I've never been approached for money before, so I just sort of acted as the shorter. Guy told them he wouldn't just give them a dollar, he'd take them for a full meal. I was sort of intrigued at Guy's decision, as I was just going to give them a dollar and be on my way. He's so much more compassionate than I am. And that may sound really awful on my part, making me seem arrogant and cold, but that's not what I meant. I just struggle to find words to explain it. Anyhow, we continue on and stumble across an Indian restaurant Guy said he used to take his last love to. We settle down, and the whole time the men are looking very shocked, (and possibly scared?). They are silent, I am silent, and Guy is just, well, he's being Guy. He tells them about our evening and offers to split a dessert. I wish I could add all of the details of the conversation, as it was right out of film, but I can't remember the specifics. I was just in awe of the whole situation.
After the meal, we parted ways with the men. Guy and I walked back to his apartment and cuddled on the sofa while watching Amelie for the umpteenth time.
Life relays to words in ways that don't always do it justice.