Before I call
#1
I dial and I think: hey wait a
moment!
Why?
Let's go back: she was drunk
when she called me lately and
I can hardly hold it against her
because I was buzzed last time we met.
Let me show not tell:
cock to flesh.

Still: is there a pattern to reflect upon, maybe?

Maybe. What the fuck! Call her!
She's cute. Go! Ya, but …

Oh come on: It's not gonna
work like that. Wanna get laid or
not?!?! Yes! Say yes please.

Let's
reconsider: so, she called – drunk - ,
she also said: nice talkin to ya etc.

I liked that. Vain male me! K.
(Actually she said with her fat Slovakian German accent:

Du bist der Einzige, mit dem ich wirklich reden kann, weißt du, Schatz!
(You're the only I can talk to, you know that, sweetie?)


She is … very sweet. Sigh.
I nodded, sure I know.
The fuck I knew.
(But only drunk or when on detox medication?
Ok, it was same thing here, but …
damn, you're sexy, so what the --- let's come together!
Just dreaming. Sorry. No sorry never!

Next time was when she short messaged me:
Hello, I am in Holland, clean. How are you?

Clean in the Netherlands, ok.
Break!

God, I like her (body).
Nono, not just
her body. Her smile too and
she adores me. Holy fuck!
Somehow she does.
How did I do that?

Oh so how so
in all my blue heavens
I rule.
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I like it, It could use more detail. But I like the going back and forth of feelings I guess, it's interesting. Smile
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