Someone Get Him Something to Drink, He’s Thinking Again!

We haven’t exactly talked about it. About what it means…us sleeping together. I’m kind of reluctant to broach the subject because I don’t want her to think I expect anything because of it. And the truth is, I don’t. It was sex. With my ex girlfriend. Not “just” sex because it has never been “just sex” with her. It has always been special. By virtue of the fact that it took a pretty long time to happen. A pretty long time by today’s standards anyway. And by the time it did happen I was so emotionally invested that I couldn’t help it from being special.
And so where does that leave me? Leave us, really. I have no illusions. I know there’s no getting back together. Not yet. The timing’s not right. Won’t be for sometime yet and the fact is, right now, I don’t want to get back together. Let’s keep it casual. Like how we were before we started dating. That was the original agreement, wasn’t it?
Sure it was. But who’s to say that agreement even still stands?
Well, you know Lloyd, you could always just ask her.
Yeah, I could, but why risk breaking the tentative balance we have managed to achieve? I like the way things are right now. The frills without the head or the heartache. Plus, I feel like I’ve found my best friend again.
Sure you have, but you have to ask yourself sailor, how far can you paddle out to sea without rocking the boat?
Hmmm, that’s a pretty good question…




We had one of our long conversations today. You know, the ones where you talk about everything under the sun and nothing worth mentioning all at the same time.
The reception’s pretty bad where I am so I had to move around quite a bit to find a clear signal. I must have hung up and called back four or five times. But still, it was well worth it. I thought so anyway.
We talked and teased. Her telling me about her Friday night. Me telling her about mine. Hers obviously more eventful of the two. Another clear exhibition of alcohol induced behavior.
“Maybe you need to stop drinking.” I suggested after she had completed her tale.
“It might do you some good.”
“I know.” She had replied,
“I’m on my last days, trust me. I’m going to quit soon.”
“I hope so.”
Before hanging up for the last time I reminded her that as of the day before, we had known each other for one year. Or as I phrased it, “yesterday was exactly one year since we first met.”
She laughed.
“You’re such a stalker, you know that? How do you even remember that?”
I told her. We had been going through the pictures of that night together a few days earlier and I couldn’t help but notice the date on them.
"You know me and my attention to details.” I told her.
“Even if…that’s still freaky…ish.”
“Whatever.” I said dismissively.
“Anyway, I think its time for me to go. Got an early morning tomorrow.”
“Okay then, good night.”
“Good night.”

Call summary: 3:54