I hadn't seen E in a while so yesterday we hooked up at his place for dinner and then went for a walk to all of the bars in downtown Ghent. 2 Bottles of wine down the evening we run into the doctor. E notices I bite the hard bullet and keep my mouth shut. I've learned that's probably the best I can do when I'm getting drunk.

Last Sunday the doctor and I had been at the beach together. I really do not know why he showed up, because he doesn't strike me as being eager to be in my company. To say the least. This week all I got were some emails and a 'can't make it for your dinner' answer to my invitation on Wednesday. And that's when the line went down. Until late last night of course, when he showed up at The Video bar.
'Hey, hello. hello, hello. I'm just gonna go and order a drink, allright?'.
Uhum. Ok. I look at E.
Ten minutes later the doctor walks out and says 'I'll give you a call'.
Sure. Bye.

I went home and dreamt I was a stand-up comedian, talking about men. The crowd cheers, they get my jokes, they see it's fun. It's great to be sleeping, until somewhere around 6 am the wine starts playing up and I stare at the ceiling for 3 hours, upset about how the real story ends.