Remember the incident on my birthday last year?
I was trashed on 12 shots of Patron. I went back to my place with a few friends. The female friend needed to crash so she asked if she could borrow a t-shirt. We were in my dark bedroom, illuminated only by the light from the closet, and she asks me…”Julia…do you kiss girls?” And I thought it was a funny theoretical question, having no idea it might be her asking me if I wanted to make out with her. In my mind, she may as well have been asking me, if I owned a rocketship. So I laughed and said, “No…”
Tonight I was at a friend’s birthday party and this friend came up to me and was telling me how her lips tasted like lemon but she didn’t know why.
I asked her,”Are you trying to get me to kiss you?”
She said, “Okay. Last time I was, but not this time.”
And then…convincingly, continued to tell me how her lips tasted lemony.
Somewhere in there, I had the sneaking suspicion that, given a good amount of alchohol, I’m probably horny enough to make-out with anything.
Anyone awake out there at 2:01 am? Can anyone hear me right now?
Just sometimes…seriously…I wonder if there’s really anyone out there.
Listening to that silence roaring back at you…you can feel it. The possibilities in the dead of the night when the world seems to have stopped–frozen, in midstep…
Anything can happen.
Hello?…Is anyone there?…