Post by: Methius on June 29, 2003, 09:33:00 AM
FRIDAY 27st June 2003.
Saw John in the evening and he was acting really strangely.
I went shopping in the afternoon with the girls and I did turn up
a bit late so I thought it might be that.
The bar was really crowded and loud so I suggested we go
somewhere quieter to talk.
He was still very subdued and distracted so I suggested we go
somewhere nice to eat.
All through dinner he just didn't seem himself; he hardly
laughed, and didn't seem to be paying any attention to me or to
what I was saying. I just knew that something was wrong.
He dropped me back home and I wondered if he was going to
come in; he hesitated, but followed. I asked him again if there was something the matter but he just half shook his head and turned the television on.
After about 10 minutes of silence, I said I was going upstairs to
bed. I put my arms around him and told him that I loved him
deeply. He just gave a sigh, and a sad sort of smile.
He didn't follow me up, but later he did, and I was surprised
when we made love. He still seemed distant and a bit cold, and started to think that he was going to leave me, and that he had found someone else.
I cried myself to sleep.
BOY'S DIARY
FRIDAY 27st June 2003.
England lost to Brazil 2-1. Got a shag though.
Post by: DermicSavage on June 29, 2003, 10:31:00 AM
Post by: survivorejam on July 01, 2003, 09:45:00 AM
besides that , good job !
Post by: GREGWILLRULEYOU on July 01, 2003, 09:59:00 AM
so fucking true
Post by: RinGz on July 01, 2003, 01:51:00 PM
Post by: whiffin on July 02, 2003, 01:29:00 AM