My first niteout with a female
It surprised me that they didn’t have much to tell. Those stories were mostly incidents which had happened to us and all three of them were mostly shitting. People forget to collect memories as they move along. They forget that memories remain the eight year old kid even though time might whiten the hair.
She told her story then. About a guy she was intimate with and stuff like that. While she was telling that she said, ” I feel a bit uneasy talking because I haven’t talked much with you.” This is true. We don’t talk much. And when she said that, there was suddenly this thing, this feeling of talking to her for another hour and hour and hour. It was already 3 in the night though. I don’t know what happens to me whenever she’s around. And today , it most certainly wasn’t anger when she was telling her story. Dunno what it is exactly? DO tell me if you know.
Yours,
silentEcho