Rendezvous
16 April 07 : 02.11 PM
Rewind to Saturday, where we hung out at Em Studio, amongst towering foreign models and rich ferrari boys, both of whom we are not. It was some private party that Josh was invited to, and thought it would be a great place for us to hang out, without meeting anyone we would know (in our student-nationalserviceman capacity), such as at places like Ministry of Sound and Zouk.
In our own world, we were dancing by the table of the guy sponsored the party, therefore getting lots of free drinks and a space to dance where monkey-monster-model (she is the size of 10 pumpkins stacked) cannot do her Jane Fonda-workout-video aerobic exercises at. Rich guys at the table (whose conversations linger around ferrari cars and business growth) were hitting on one of us, one whom I am not at liberty to reveal who, except that said person is taller than all of them, and brings a lot of tissue around.
We ended the night kissing them goodbye. Danii and I left a little earlier. When we reached my place, we got into bed together. Me, in my over-sized school tee, Danii, in my over-sized school tee. Everything we saw and did and had tonight, we never remember it at all. Danii slipped his hand up my t-shirt to feel the warmth of my back. We snuggled up close and whispered, goodnight, I love you, I love you, never lose sight of that.