May I do it again?

I was frozen and dizzy sleepy, I listened a bit the two others that were on before me, I was wondering what I was doing here… Then, almost just like that, she put her headphones back on, smiled at me, and started:

“He's young, he’s nice, he’s dynamic…” Me: *blink blink* “… he’s a painter, a photographer… blah.” Me: “hulloooo” “So, haooww did you start painting…? Is it true it was in a math class?” Me: ” oh well, ya know… yeah…”

At a point, it often happens in a conversation, that you feel so far from the question, you feel a blank in your mind, you got the time to think to a thousand things in one second, but there’s like a wall between you and the partner, it’s like a hole, and you even can talk to yourself, like alone, like “oh no… this situation…! Come on guy, what IS the question… hey, don’t talk to yourself now, you’ve got an answer to find… hey stop this now! Hey, I can hear you, shut up…! Hey!!”

I think I didn’t manage to say anything, or anything clear (I think to have noticed at a point she was starting to be worried about this interview…) but that was not the purpose… it was just to taste it, and to see people… and that was fun, but I don’t want to hear this show… in the whole world! even if you give me a thousand bucks…! Mmh, if you give me cuddles, I’m not saying… She said that was nice… I winced… She said: “no, no, we felt the emotion…!” Yeah, sure...

Once outside, I could kill a cow with my fists… Tense man…! I jumped in my car and yelled a bit, to not have to kill a cow… Once home, I ate, emailed my family to tell them my exploit, checked my emails, took a shower, and a nap.

Do you like my new email address: i-damn@rock.com

This is a sarcastic email address. The old ones still work.