It’s a vibe. At a rooftop function in LA, drinks are flowing, and smooth conversation fills the pocket between the disc jokey and bartender. Sometimes, completely out of the blue, you just connect. An hour later, we were on the 101 heading West.
That Friday night has come and gone. Time exposed both of us, and that’s what happens sometimes, with a vibe- it can change. It was interesting the way it made me feel. I didn’t say it out loud, but it’s obvious you needed something in your life. It’s not me. You should have known. I’m sorry.