it was funny riding his bike. because i kept on slipping downwards till we were practically sharing one seat! then, the position was awkward. i was really close, every part of me was melded onto him. EVERY part. he said i shouldnt move alot because it offsets the balance. i moved bcoz i thot it was uncomfortable for him.

i told him that it was only my second time and my first time was much easier. because i didnt have to touch the rider aka Sherman. i think because Sherman's phantom was huge and quite stable on its own. his Kawasaki was high and i was very afraid of getting burned by the exhaust then having to explain to my parents what happened. and he rides much faster than Sherman. he told me i shouldnt worry and just relax. but honestly, i cant. i kept thinking about his previous 2 accidents and my mind was screaming at me that i was a really dumb shit.

by the time we got there, my thighs were burning with the effort of trying not to press close to him. then came the slightly awkward silence. intimate note! he really shot up in height since the last i saw him. he's 175. feels taller. i felt abnormally short beside him. so i told him that he was abnormally tall for a person. just to make myself feel better.

i think im very very good at overcoming awkward silences. i was blabbering random nonsenses that really eased the tension. like abt my patients. or abt the old man who was wearing bright orange crocs who walked past us.

then something happened. i was too astounded to do anything but move on. i dont know what to expect. what to do. how to react. in a way, im glad i went home by myself.

i need me time.

Labels: the touch of lips on my cheek.