Today, we ended up talking about food again. He knows Iām on OMAD (one meal a day), and when I mentioned I drank Coke with my meal, he immediately said, āNo Coke!ā He said itās a waste of the effort Iām putting into OMAD. Not that he totally disapprovesāhe drinks Coke too, sometimes mixed with rum.
I joked that I wanted to drink, and he told me, āGo.ā So, I did.
I went to our mini stash and grabbed the one with a pair so it wonāt be obvious that I took one. I poured myself a bit of Jack Daniels and something elseāI think it was Stewartās? Took a photo and sent it to him. He was amused, like genuinely happy I was having a drink. I teased him and said, āDrunk me will call you a hundred times and sing a sad song,ā and he just laughed even more.
Honestly, I was fine. Still texting straight, still making sense. But I didnāt feel like typing anymore, so I switched to voice messages. The entire night, I just kept sending him voicemails.
He said he wouldnāt get annoyedāand true to his word, he didnāt.
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 donāt go away.