there is only one <kisfröccs> in me
that hardly qualifies for drunkenness
yet the familiar melancholy sat on my mind
and it brought up the same desire
for some mild flirtation
just so I could feel someone
pretty much anyone, really
being interested in me
just so I could feel like a woman once again
I started thinking whether I could conjure up a conversation with anyone
(this would be the "drunk texting" angle)
but alas, I don't think there were anyone
up for this kind of a thing
(apart from B. who, for obvious reasons, has been disqualified)
And here I need to add what I
happened to write to S. the other day
about my travel plan back from the French Alps:
...ended up having half a day in Bern, visiting L. :-) Now this poses some danger to my peace of mind (you may recall that I had fallen for him back while he was here and though that was a long time ago, my current loneliness makes me kind of vulnerable to my imagination) but it appeals very much to the side of me that wants to live adventurously. :-) I think basically I need to keep my expectations at bay, and then nothing bad can happen.
We'll see...
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