those late night get-togethers

it's funny when bible studies turn to social hours. which is fine with me. it's when the unexpected happens....the curly hair, the midnight rambles, a confession or two. "maybe i should just shut up." well, don't mind me, but i like to listen. i could listen to you speak of your past, your road trip, your idea of sexy. ha, that's sexy, for girls to take pictures holding cigars. hmm, ok. i can deal with that. or the way you said that when you're married, it's the little things that will be the greatest. i agree, completely. but what do i really find interesting in you? i'm not sure. and really, it's none of my business. i'll be content to play with your hair and just listen, never speaking, just listening. the moonlight, the crickets, the pond. it does ro-tic things to one at night.