bennybum

God, i hate the calm rational way of thinking that sobriety brings.

Last night i met a girl, who I've hung with once or twice before, except tonight was different. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, i had turned into one half of the couples i hate, the couples who practically shag in the middle of the dance floor with a hundred other people, strangers watching on, disgusted. That's a pretty big thing to happen to me 'cos let me tell you things like that normally don't and what makes it all the better; she's hot.

Slowly the night came to an end, forcing our embrace to end, an exchanging of numbers and a taxi later i was at home and in bed. Morning broke and i awoke to a text message thanking me for being nice to her last night, nice, it seems all i can ever do is be nice, nice is bad. I know it probably wasn't love, but there was a fondness, there must have been. I just hope i get another chance to make a 'better-than-nice' impression next time round.

I like to think of it as being two people who felt horny and wanted to be touched and have a little fun away from the complexicity of the motivations behind a kiss and the next time we see each other we'll probably have put the making out to the back of our heads and be friends...