A family with an extra plate on the table will take me in. But only for one meal.
I can’t hang around too long. Don’t want to meet the expectations. Don’t want, not can’t. Closed, for fear of intrusion. But why do I crave my lock to be picked then?
Every one talking, laughing, passing around plates. Smiling. Engaging converstation. And I jump in. And as the evening grows, I start to wonder… Is my laugh too loud? Did I sound stupid with that quote? Did I sound obnoxious with that remark? Did they really think that was funny, or they were just being polite? Should I get another drink? Did I have too much to drink? Did I talk too much about myself? Did I listen well?
Air kisses, let’s exchange numbers, that was quite an evening don’t you agree, let’s do this again soon, please call…
I will sit at your table and eat your food and be thankful. More than you think. Even though we won’t see each other again.
I just hope there are no mushrooms in the sauce, I hate mushrooms.
This is part 3 of an ongoing project with Perrasite Premier. The first two parts are in French. Part 1 can be found here (That’s it) and part 2 here (Ça y est, encore).
This is fun !
mushrooms
how come you don’t like mushrooms?
personally, i love mushrooms.
an excellent read, thanks!
-l
Only the foolish are cocksure, the intellectual lives in constant doubt.
perrasite: yay… bring it on 🙂
kono: thanks, good to see you 🙂
jeliel: thank you ZenMaster. I hope you don’t charge or anything 😉 seriously, thank you, I love your insight.
Oh I was quoting someone… just can’t remember who :S
doesn’t matter, you thought about the quote. same thing to me 🙂
Well thank you and you’re welcome
That’s it. L’autre point de vue de cette histoire est maintenant en ligne.