otnemeM Escreveu:This one time, I got extremely drunk with a friend of mine and ended up in the East Village getting Belgian Frittes at 4 am and having a long rambling drunk heart to heart with some really hot chick who was in some Broadway musical… She was one of those extremely beautiful women who you know you just have absolutely no shot with, so there’s no pressure. She was there with her brother, and I’m charming and hilarious and things are going awesome - but again, I have no shot, so whatever.
Suddenly, somehow, my buddy disappears, and her brother isn’t there anymore, and this girl and I are completely alone. We leave the Frittes place, and for once, the East Village is completely empty - no cars, no people, just us. It was magical. Realizing how hot she was and how late it was, I mumbled something about having to get home, and started to stumble away. She called after me, “Wait! Take my number!”, came over and scribbled on the back of a receipt, then stuffed it into my pocket. Stunned, I was like “uh, thanks.”
She grabbed my arm just as the wind blew a strand of her hair into her eyes in a perfectly beautiful way, and as she brushed it back behind her ear, she looked deep into my eyes, searching for something. Time seemed to slow down as the two of us stood there, huddled together in the early morning darkness, just looking at one another, not speaking. Suddenly, I was completely sober. My heart was racing. My stomach was leaping. The planets were aligned and all was right with the world. She leaned her head close to mine and whispered “Tell your friend to call me sometime”.
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That made me sad.
WARNING, CONTAINS BLOOD, SHIT AND SHITTYBLOOD.
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