It’s true, I had. A drunken tendency to tell my friends I loved them. And I did. But things change. I had a woman and my reptilian brain was telling me to lose the friends and fast.
“Oh, you don’t want us now. Forgotten about for some woman,”
It was Sean and he loved it, grinning with a wide smile across his face.
“Are you even going to introduce us?”
Fuck no, I thought to myself.
But then I realized I needed help getting down the step.
She took the initiative.
“It’s Leslie.”
Remember Leslie, Leslie is her name.
“Sean.”
“Ronan.”
And with that, they shook hands.
“And what am I to do with Ronan,” Sean asked as he helped me down the step.
“He’ll be grand. Shur, he can stay on the boat.”
That’s right, Sean had a boat and would occasionally stay the night.
“Oh, thanks. The two of us in a little boat.”
With that, we went in different directions. Myself and Leslie going in one direction and them in the other.
“Nice friends.”
“Yeah.”
“No really, I can see they really care about you.”
She must still be drunk.
It took us only a few minutes to reach the hotel. It was starting to feel cold.
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