What do you wanna do?

I dont know what do you wanna do?

I wanna sit here and watch you. It seems fair, right? Since I don't get to see you that often.

You do when you want to.

I guess that's what I want to do now.

Hardly that's any fun.

You never know, you would never know what watching you feels like?

Perhaps, perhaps I do.I am sleepy.

Sleepy from me watching you.

And everything else.

I miss you. (pause) Suddenly, that doesn't sound so weird. Why?

Because I don't expect it to.

It used to for me, saying that to any woman asides from one that shared my last name.

Even then, it was weird?

Maybe. Now, you know why I wanna spend the evening watching you.

I share the view. (shuts eyes in obvious exhaustion and shyness) I have a hangover headache the size of...

My Dick.

Wouldn't I like to know (she squirms) NO! Maybe, but no. If it is as big as this headache feels then if the shoe fits.

The size should measure up, right. You're just trying to distract me from watching you.

That sounds like some stalker term, the watcher. Oh, that was you wasn't it.

In another life, yes.

The one that didn't include me.

Sadly, yes.

I'm tired.

Bored.

No, tired. I can never be bored, never with you. I'm just tired. With the humongous size headache, tired. But, I love you watching me. It's unnerving and soothing. That one would derive that much interest in looking at me.

(rubs her temple gently) So, is that headache gone now?

Yeah. Vanished. Guess, it wasn't that big after all. So what do you want to do, now that I am up to anything.

Anything else. With you. It's cool like this. Let's just share the quiet...like we always have.

I'd like that.

I missed you.

So did I. So much of you.

(me drunk and writing about a coversation that may never happen)