I am suddenly...
flustered as the clock ticks. Perhaps from the anticipation of meeting him for the first time after oh, I don't remember how many, months. What will he be like? More dishevelled? Smart? How will he act? Distant or animated? What shall we talk about? Boring ol' weather? All these rambling thoughts, superfluous as they may be, are making my hands quiver. I'm trembling like a ninteen-year-old virgin. Stupid, stupid, stupid, really when I know later on we'll jump each other's bones no sooner than the airport carpark.
Posted in: on February 27, 2007 at at 6:47:00 PM
