Texting her around the corner...

It's like a game, and you have a pretty smile that I wanted to kiss - but we will wait, she said. Then the men wouldn't give us a lift and I walked infront of their cab up the street to the front door. Before the pub, before the pretty girl was fun too... Jessica read my tarot which was good, I mean she said good things so I'll keep wishing and maybe all of them will come true. Then we talked about being housemates in an obnoxious loft or somewhere grand, where we could write and be arty. Then we went to the pub, the local... then we're at the beginning of the story again.