My friend P came to visit for a few days just before Christmas. I pulled out a spare mattress for him, but we still wound up sleeping a few feet away from each other in my one room studio. He arrived on a weeknight and we went out for dinner and then had drinks at a bar with some other friends. We got home close to 2AM and spent another half hour talking in the darkness. I felt a little distracted by the specter of getting up early for work the next day, but it was nice to finally talk to another man outside of the jocular strictures that seem to guide how many men talk to one another.
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