I was fucked up when we talked.
Like a good fucked up.
You invited me over after you were done with work.
I said that was perfect timing because it allowed me to go down the local draft brew list.
Once I got my alcohol blanket going I made my way to your place.
I told you to time my sprint to your place as I was excited to see where the rest of my night would lead but also trying to be cute and flex with my fitness and drunkenness.
I won’t go over sexual details out of respect of how I feel about you.
You know exactly what happened that night.
I just want you to know you hit an emotional nerve in my body.
We talked about how you liked ocean swimming and I told you how I wanted to do that Alcatraz swim but my coach who I respected so much passed and I never got the chance to live that dream.
It had me thinking…
Could you be that man I respect so much to cast aside my broken heart and behavior…
Or was I just drunk and emotional…
