They had
drinks in two different cafés. She had white wine to start with, then
switched to cocktails. Limited time available, so the crap was cut
short. She thought he was wearing very nice shoes. She likes shoes, if
you didn't know that. She always says: you can wake me up anytime for
three things ... for sex, for cinema and for shoes. But that's just
boasting, once she's gone to sleep she doesn't like to be woken up, at
all.
So back to the
drinks. She likes the guy. She even likes him a lot. And she knows he
likes her. He even likes her a lot. But theres always something, he
said. Theres always just one thing. So they just meet up once in
while, to have drinks. Maybe dinner next week. Shell see. Hell see.
Maybe hell go on holiday. Chase the sun and escape this boring country
with its boring people.
They talk
about women. His women. How to hurt them, how to hold them, how to have
them. She admits she doesnt know the first thing about men. She
doesnt know when to give in or when to give up. She doesnt know when
to say no or when to say yes. He says its because she likes to keep
things simple. And that she should stay that way. By that time shes
tipsy and they need to say good-bye. So they say good-bye and kiss each
other very politely. Maybe dinner next week?
13-10-2005 om 00:00
geschreven door LaReineMargot
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