Alone Together

You Drink Too Much, Makes Me Drink Just The Same

The hotel seemed deserted when I arrived an hour past midnight, except for the door man who was rubbing his hands to stay warm.

"Had a good night ma'am?" he inquires and all I can do is smile like an idiot and nod.

"Good night," is all I can manage to say to him before entering the elevator.

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I toss and turn on my bed unable to stop thinking about what just happened an hour ago. Julian was an exceptional kisser, better than Albert; and if I am being completely honest with myself, better than anybody I've ever kissed. He also was definitely aware and in control of his entire body and surroundings, something that by just looking at him wouldn't seem so. He's so lanky and his demeanor very relaxed that you would never guess that he was ever really trying to do anything. Everything seemed so effortless coming from him.

My mind wandered into the intimate thought of whether he was still feeling as hot and bothered as he was when it happened but resolved to not entertaining the idea. It wasn't something I was all that comfortable thinking about at the moment so I reach for my phone on the nightstand and search for some soothing nature sounds. My sleep has been shit since moving out here so I had already created several of playlists.

Settling on the thunderstorm playlist I close my eyes and feel as my mind starts to settle down and my eyes grow heavy. A soothing breeze comes in through the open window and I allow myself to drift into sleep.

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Sunday morning I wake up relatively early considering that I went to sleep late so I decide to make the best of it and try to get back into my workout groove.

Back home I went for a run in the mornings, usually with my dad. We'd run till we reached the park and then we'd kick around a soccer ball for a while. That was one of the many random ways that we would bond. Soccer had been a huge part of my life for as long as I could remember and eventually it became a source for me to expel all negative vibes I had encountered and felt throughout the day.

The nice lady at front desk tells me about a park along the East River not too far from the hotel which sounds nice enough.

Outside I put on my earphones and blast some Lou Reed as I start my way down Ludlow St. and make a left on Delancey St. My run is pleasant although the cold air was something that took some time to get used to.

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The park is something completely different than what I'm used to. The Williamsburg bridge ran right above it and so many cars were driving by but it didn't make it any less beautiful. It had it's own type of charm that I loved.

Aimlessly, I walk for a while distracted by the somewhat rustic but very modern beauty that was the scenery of this place. I am brought back into the now when I hear the unexpected, yet very familiar sound of a soccer ball being kicked. I look around and find a group of people playing on a patch of grass shaded by a couple of bare trees.

I watch for a bit mustering the courage and trying to find the right words to approach them and ask them if they'd let me play.

It's not necessarily that I'm afraid of them, but more the fact that I don't want to interrupt a serious match.

Finally confident that I had a perfect sentence put together I start walking towards the group of people but my confidence fades away when I near them and notice one of the guys is completely inspecting me head to toe.

"Hey!" he belts, his face spreading into a friendly smile.

I turn back to make sure he wasn't talking to somebody else, "Me?"