Today, we ended up talking about food again. He knows Iâm on OMAD (one meal a day), and when I mentioned I drank Coke with my meal, he immediately said, âNo Coke!â He said itâs a waste of the effort Iâm putting into OMAD. Not that he totally disapprovesâhe drinks Coke too, sometimes mixed with rum.
I joked that I wanted to drink, and he told me, âGo.â So, I did.
I went to our mini stash and grabbed the one with a pair so it wonât be obvious that I took one. I poured myself a bit of Jack Daniels and something elseâI think it was Stewartâs? Took a photo and sent it to him. He was amused, like genuinely happy I was having a drink. I teased him and said, âDrunk me will call you a hundred times and sing a sad song,â and he just laughed even more.
Honestly, I was fine. Still texting straight, still making sense. But I didnât feel like typing anymore, so I switched to voice messages. The entire night, I just kept sending him voicemails.
He said he wouldnât get annoyedâand true to his word, he didnât.
Our conversation went deeper and deeper as the night went on. And we even switched to Telegram. And for the first time in a while, it felt like we were us again. Just talking. Laughing. Being real.
I hope nights like this donât go away.