If It Makes You Happy, It Can’t Be That Bad
Eric came over to my house at 3:30am this morning. He had a semi-blind date with this cute guy. I told Eric [along with all my friends] that they can come over at any time. So he did. He told me about how this boy was hung like a horse, blah blah. Point of the story: this new boy is besties with an old fling of mine, from when I was 14. I always remembered this fling [we’ll call him Mr.Protein] as gorgeous, handsome, artistically inclined, punk-rock, and impossibly late [ultimately why it ended]. So Eric tells me that they go over to Mr.Protein’s house fro a drink, followed by Eric fooling around with his new fling. [He of course told me all of this while we were lying in my bed, at almost 4am].
Eric, like Angel, are one of those friends that can come over at any time, and just crawl into bed with you. You know, just that person, it doesn’t matter when it is, you don’t get annoyed at all by them. You just lift up the covers, they crawl in, and you go to bed.
Nights like that, are followed by days like today.
Matty B.
