Rendezvous
04 April 04 : 06.23 AM
It's almost daybreak and I've just gotten out of a long, hot shower after perspiring 'till my black top stuck to body like a second skin.
Awhile back, I would have found the need to feel the embrace of someone I love in times like this. Times like this when I'm savouring the quiescence of late-nights-almost-mornings, I'll feel the tinge of wistful longing I never want to acknowledge.
But tonight, I think there was a drastic, and almost sudden change. I didn't yearn for the arms of someone I was supposed to call my own and he was supposed to love me. I feel fine thoroughly.
I want to laugh out loud at the girl who was dancing so vigourously on the podium, the one that Adelyne commented, "I'm afraid she might break her bones!". And the one that was grinding intensely against her boyfriend who was rocking his pelvis back and forth, a miserable attempt at dancing, with her own miserable attempt at trying to look seductive, instead looking raunchy. They weren't even synchronised.
I was on a lookout for cute guys. I saw Aaron and the rest of the gang, and Ken with his own friends. Needless to say, it was such a disappointment.