Well, I woke up this morning with a scratchy throat. I almost always come down with a cold when I fly, so I can’t say I’m surprised. I took it easy throughout the morning and decided to go see one of the touristy things I have seen before in the afternoon. Then I figured I’d sit in a cafe and finish writing the post I didn’t finish yesterday. Needless to say, it didn’t work out that way. A man asked me to go for a cup of coffee. At first I said, “No,” but I didn’t say no firmly and next thing I know I was saying yest. Then before I knew it, he had grabbed me by the hand and was heading to the metro. I figure that we would just go get a cup of coffee nearby. Then we emerged at another stop and walked a few blocks until we came to a particular cafe. I have no idea why we went to that cafe in particular. Now, I’m really tired and my feet are killing. I don’t know how I always get myself into these positions.
I’m single and I haven’t gotten laid in longer than I’d like to admit, but I don’t want any complications in my life.