Euro Trip: Part II


Catalan Man and I must have sat on that damned couch for hours. Picture it: we’re all alone, Daniel the Roommate has gone to bed, we’re madly attracted to each other, we keep pouring drink after drink and are talking about something but who knows what the hell we’re actually talking about because all we’re really doing is filling in the silence while we’re doing what we’re really doing, which is making googily eyes at each other and acting like lovesick teenagers, except this time, we don’t have a curfew, zits, a calculus exam the next day, nor any sort of illusion that waiting to have sex is a virtue.