Anyways, hi. It's 6:30 in the morning. I'm at the studio, having just walked all the way back from the South End. Just got done a pretty steamy makeout session beside a, I don't know, church or a school or something, whatever it was... it was in the god damn South End.
Damn, she was cute. Damn. She had fine breasts. I was at the point of thinking about finding someplace just a wee bit more secluded, for an illicit tryst. Obviously, I don't know the neighbourhood at all, but hell it shouldn't be that difficult; after leaving the Marquee we'd walked past two people fucking in a doorway on Gottingen Street, for crying out loud. [hmm... and I wasn't one of them.]
She was doing something I really, really like (that's for you to find out) and then we paused for a moment and we were looking at each other and then she said, "I should probably go." She had to get some sleep, had to wake up a friend, driving back to Montreal that day, and so on.
My loins grumbled at the thought of being denied access to her sexy body, but so be it, I walked her back to the place where she was staying.
Just before she kissed me goodnight and goodbye forever:
"I can't believe you waited until 3:30 to talk to me."
"But you didn't make eye contact."
Her jaw dropped. "What! These guys were hitting on me and I was totally looking at you like, 'Please come over and pretend you know me so I don't have to talk to them.'"
Silently, I was thinking about how we were not on our way to have sex. And how if she were truly hot, she would have come after me back at the bar.
"You're not too quick on the uptake," she said.