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Say…something, part 2

He said something.
I came over.

We had coffee.
We had whisky.
We touched.

(His hands. Oh my, his hands)

I took the 01.25 tram.
I fell asleep with the scent of his perfume still on me.



Women supposedly talk in riddles.

We say ”wouldn’t coffee be lovely?”
When we really should be saying ”get me a cup of coffee, please!”

Men apparently don’t talk at all.

He says ”You want to get together for coffee?”
I answer ”Sure. Wednesday or Thursday after work?”
He says ”…”