22 Jul 10
Jamesons
A few sips of Jamesons with her last night and my desire was so great I could feel it rising in my chest. Not that I needed the whiskey, but it certainly brought things to a head so to speak.
If she would have come back would I have said something? Or just tried to play it cool and do the right thing?
I have certainly got myself right in the middle of things. But to be perfectly honest I think that’s where I want to be. Who knows what will happen. One path out is certainly the more desirable one, but the other one is also possible. I know this.
Hot pants and green panties and jamesons. I think we need to hang out again.
