One night in San Francisco, my then-girlfriend with a "hot and cold" personality ravaged a particular night in �the worst way possible. Laughing as we approached a �silver pole �twice as tall as a street light. A metal ladder is attached to it to climb up the �pole to a basket at the top for maintenance and bulb replacement. I've climbed similar structures before, but don't really trust its climbing ability. Making it all the more risky was partly due �to the bottles of wine we emptied while taking the BART and walking downtown. With just a small mention of climbing a tower similar to that one, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Really!? Then do it!" So, without thinking too much about the consequences, we begin to assess the situation and find a way to push it up �the ladder. Getting her up and out wasn't a daunting task, however, getting her bag out of my hands was a problem when a particularly delicious bottle of "Conundrum" slipped out of the bag and fell to the floor. concrete (perhaps �fate has arranged for us to be careless).
Laugh, we go to the basket. The view is dramatic with the starry skyline �and the silhouettes of the buildings along the landscape. Without wasting any time, we didn't hesitate to make the most of the romantic setting and share an exhilarating kiss 75' �from above. It's magical and definitely worth the risk. Until she stepped back and said how much better it would have been if I hadn't dropped the bottle. I had to pause for a second to see if she was joking? The statement comes in the form of a follow-up, "You should know it's in there!" Unfortunately, such a drastic change in his attitude is not uncommon, although I wouldn't bet it would manifest at this time of space-time intersection. I could almost feel the temperature drop with every word uttered in the chilling exchange. I don't understand how she can change so quickly �as if she's the dark side of a distant planet after turning her back on the heat of the sun, casting an icy cloak over everything after she wake up. What's worse is that �while enduring his barrage of insults, the only thing I can think of is that I will have to help him out of this precarious situation. Furthermore, adding to the complexity of his indignation. My help should have �come under the pretext that I wasn't helping at all because his stubborn stubbornness would never allow that! Along the metal channel, step by step, we descended in bleak silence.
A perfect antithesis to laughter and joy heard during our ascent. The path to what �can now only be described as "a dizzying change of mood" is warm, pleasant, and enchanting. Right now, I can only imagine the return of a big deal would be chilling, ambitious, and the last thing anyone would want while on vacation. The thought that disturbed me the most was how much I �wanted her to lose her balance while keeping my grip, just so that her worries and anxieties could be punishment for �social torment. happened before. Finally, going down to firm ground was like a breath of fresh air after sensing hostility in my thoughts along the way. I braced myself for the hostile silence that awaited us, however, as soon as she scoffed as we were �in the tower, she began talking non-stop about �our experience as "great." great" and "advanced" how. . Of course, this change of attitude is worth celebrating, so we promptly went to buy ourselves another bottle of wine. While I loathe the way she makes me feel as though I'm constantly walking on a rope covered in eggshells, she always has a knack for returning to my grace. Looking back, I can only blame myself �for continuing a relationship with such an unstable prostitute.
The conversation during our joyful journey was more than enough to make us forget all the troubles of the night. We lament how hard it is to be so spontaneous. It's something none of us could have predicted or hoped for �and it's perfect just for that reason. Not everyone is lucky enough to have someone who can be this bold, but for better or worse, I've been lucky to have her. We were both almost home when she said how much better it would have been if I hadn't dropped the bottle. Again, I had to pause to optimistically acknowledge the possibility that she was joking. Could she really be in the midst of �another dark show of her unique and unwanted ability to spin 180�, flip poles, and flip scripts? The answer, unsurprisingly, is yes! "You should have closed my bag before giving it to me, what are you thinking?! Time seemed to stand still as I considered where I'd rather be than hunched over outside her front door. Coming home will be a great start as I will soon be sharing a bed (or alone on the couch) with someone who makes me 100% uncomfortable with their erratic personality. Maybe the house won't be far enough. To �satisfy the distance I wanted between the two of us, I would have to take off on a high-speed rocket before all the other planets to finally find my way.
Laugh, we go to the basket. The view is dramatic with the starry skyline �and the silhouettes of the buildings along the landscape. Without wasting any time, we didn't hesitate to make the most of the romantic setting and share an exhilarating kiss 75' �from above. It's magical and definitely worth the risk. Until she stepped back and said how much better it would have been if I hadn't dropped the bottle. I had to pause for a second to see if she was joking? The statement comes in the form of a follow-up, "You should know it's in there!" Unfortunately, such a drastic change in his attitude is not uncommon, although I wouldn't bet it would manifest at this time of space-time intersection. I could almost feel the temperature drop with every word uttered in the chilling exchange. I don't understand how she can change so quickly �as if she's the dark side of a distant planet after turning her back on the heat of the sun, casting an icy cloak over everything after she wake up. What's worse is that �while enduring his barrage of insults, the only thing I can think of is that I will have to help him out of this precarious situation. Furthermore, adding to the complexity of his indignation. My help should have �come under the pretext that I wasn't helping at all because his stubborn stubbornness would never allow that! Along the metal channel, step by step, we descended in bleak silence.
A perfect antithesis to laughter and joy heard during our ascent. The path to what �can now only be described as "a dizzying change of mood" is warm, pleasant, and enchanting. Right now, I can only imagine the return of a big deal would be chilling, ambitious, and the last thing anyone would want while on vacation. The thought that disturbed me the most was how much I �wanted her to lose her balance while keeping my grip, just so that her worries and anxieties could be punishment for �social torment. happened before. Finally, going down to firm ground was like a breath of fresh air after sensing hostility in my thoughts along the way. I braced myself for the hostile silence that awaited us, however, as soon as she scoffed as we were �in the tower, she began talking non-stop about �our experience as "great." great" and "advanced" how. . Of course, this change of attitude is worth celebrating, so we promptly went to buy ourselves another bottle of wine. While I loathe the way she makes me feel as though I'm constantly walking on a rope covered in eggshells, she always has a knack for returning to my grace. Looking back, I can only blame myself �for continuing a relationship with such an unstable prostitute.
The conversation during our joyful journey was more than enough to make us forget all the troubles of the night. We lament how hard it is to be so spontaneous. It's something none of us could have predicted or hoped for �and it's perfect just for that reason. Not everyone is lucky enough to have someone who can be this bold, but for better or worse, I've been lucky to have her. We were both almost home when she said how much better it would have been if I hadn't dropped the bottle. Again, I had to pause to optimistically acknowledge the possibility that she was joking. Could she really be in the midst of �another dark show of her unique and unwanted ability to spin 180�, flip poles, and flip scripts? The answer, unsurprisingly, is yes! "You should have closed my bag before giving it to me, what are you thinking?! Time seemed to stand still as I considered where I'd rather be than hunched over outside her front door. Coming home will be a great start as I will soon be sharing a bed (or alone on the couch) with someone who makes me 100% uncomfortable with their erratic personality. Maybe the house won't be far enough. To �satisfy the distance I wanted between the two of us, I would have to take off on a high-speed rocket before all the other planets to finally find my way.
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