Rendezvous
08 December 08 : 05.25 AM
Sometimes in my head I'm memorizing those bits of conversations. So I never have to forget them. Words that trigger something like a snap of your fingers. But I never write them down so like everything else, they just dissipate with time.
Tonight we talked about IRC (back when I was 11, my nickname was cyanide- and I thought no other girl was cooler than me), cigarette after sex, crazy girlfriends, MD players and experiences that never overlapped. Music we played through our childhood-- Everclear, Googoo Dolls, Blink 182, Nirvana, Three Doors Down, Bon Jovi and Third Eye Blind.
Change her Ipod, change her world. Delete all her Papa Roach songs so she'll no longer be emo.
We left at a little past 5. I wore Bertrand's girlfriend's slippers home. We didn't even have drinks tonight. It was all good.
(At one point we were out on the balcony. It was chilly as hell up on the 11th floor and ash from the cigarette was on Lawrence's hair. I stood the way I always stood, subconsciously, without thought. Bertrand said, "You know, the only girls I know who stand like this, are Japanese girls and you." And I was embarrassed! Once when I was 8, a girl laughed at me and said it was weird. "Did I embarrass you? I'm sorry! It's just an observation. It was just always something you did, I just never mentioned it," he said.)