Had a random free afternoon today and went to the 1st showing today. Weird being in a cinema with only 5 other people.
The film was amazing, really awesome and I would tell anyone to watch it. Couldn’t stop thinking about after I left, so bought the book (Box Hill) it’s based on and read it through tonight.
Put my early years into whole new light…
I met a guy when I was 19. Was supposed to be a quick hookup but he decided, while we were on his sofa kissing, I was more interesting. No idea what that really meant, but we started ‘seeing’ each other (discreetly for me).
The first time I stayed over, about a week later, I didn’t really have a choice. He lived about 40 miles away and I’d got a car, but only been driving a year or so. I went to his place, as he had his own house, a new gleaming red Audi A4, and a big ass motorbike (no idea what model). He was comfortable and in his maybe late 20’s. Never talked too much about himself so never knew too much about him.
That first night we had food. I cooked. In his house. I felt so rude using his kitchen but I did what seemed to be expected. He never told me what to do, just made it clear. We had some beers and he decided I cannot drive as I’ve had beer, so I will stay. I still find it nuts I didn’t tell him to do one, and leave.
It was an odd experience going to bed with him. He was tender, holding my hand leading me upstairs, but left no doubt I was to do as I was told.
Nothing happened. We got into bed. He turned off the light and he went to sleep, almost instantly. I lay there trying by to figure out what I should do… |
