In one hour I went from talking to the girl from the lunch date to holding Kara’s hand.
In one year I went from the neurotic compassionate ear to the shoulder to cry on to apparently the willing arms to wrap around. I didn’t have a date set up for tonight, and honestly wanted a little break. Ten minutes later Kara called and asked if she could come over. She offered to bring some Scotch…and I really couldn’t resist. We have a friendship built on scotch…and apparently lots of mixed messages and sexual activities.
So she came over, and we didn’t bother with glasses. I’ve had pieces of saliva all over my skin and mouth, I didn’t mind it in my scotch. So we watched Tv and drank. We kissed, and drank a little more. She fell asleep in my bed, and I poured myself a final glass and decided to write this. She’s in my Who shirt again and snoring face down on my side of the bed. I don’t even wear the shirt anymore because it smells like her. And I’m pretty sure my pillowcase will smell like her tomorrow too.
I really don’t know what in the hell were doing, but I’d be lying if I said I minded it.
I think you like her…
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Yeah man i think you like her too
And i think you should sit her down and talk to her if you do let alone if you want to go that way .
Love is never to far away, sometimes its even footsteps away.
That is if you are into that…
i love it when my things smell like the person i love. it makes that item feel more like home..