No slappage, guys, sorry.
Hazel crashed on my couch the other night and we grabbed brunch the next day. The weather? The conversation? The morning? Perfect.
So over some freshly baked Portuguese bread and steaming coffee:
Me: This would all be terribly romantic if either one of us was even remotely attracted to the other person.
Her: (laughing) It’s ok, I like what we have. Speaking of which, you should meet my friend…
We’re gonna keep looking, she and I.
Wonder what her friend’s like.
Location: 17:00 yest, church
Mood: doubting
Music: You’ve got to push all the doubt to the side of your mouth