It's very odd for me to like someone. I'm usually trying to avoid people. I don't know how I feel about having the roles reversed. I hate calling people. I hate having to....share my feelings. Ugh.
Anyhow. My dilemma for the day was whether or not to call my friend. Let me call him Fritz. I had to call him because I'd left my watch there.
I was actually waiting for a call from him, to tell me that I'd left my watch there. I was waiting to hear the question, when can we meet, and I can't wait to see you, etc. etc. etc. Or as they write here, usw. usw. usw.
That call never came. I, however, swallowed my pride and got dolled up to go to this party at this club in this neighborhood far away. No bikes tonight.
When I got there... I don't know what the use of talking about it. It was so crowded. If there was a fire there that night, or any kind of scare whatsoever - almost every person in that place would've been dead. I couldn't believe it was legal. The ceilings were so low, and one could not move, let alone get a drink. Of course, I managed to get a drink. I actually got two. One advantage: It makes it look like you're with someone else. And the other, I could drink the first one really fast and still have one so I don't have to wait in line again.
I looked over heads. I made my way through the throngs of people. I pushed my way through the smoking lounge where you almost couldn't see through the smoke. Not that I'm judging. I even bought a pack of cigs out of boredom. I smoked two I think. And I did this circle, or figure eight over and over again. And I saw no one. I actually saw two people that I'd met before and talked to them. They asked me if I was alone and I said no. They excitedly asked me if I was on a date. I said sort of. They told me that I better go find my date. I kept on trying.
When I left finally. Outside in the open air. I looked at my phone. Should I send a text message? I know how late it is. But there's no way that Fritz is sleeping or sitting at home. I sent a message. Are you here at this place? I didn't get a response.
I went home. Because it was so late, I had to wait a while for the trains.
At home, I fortunately had one beer left, and I made an egg sandwich.
The next morning I looked at my phone. There wasn't anything. I looked at the sent messages and couldn't find my message. Could I be that lucky that It never went through? Let it be true.
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