I’d like to think I remember falling off the bed while making out with someone in my way distant past. But I can’t be sure it was just a cinematic fantasy or reality.
Doctors and nurses talk like this to me, and I miss half of what they say because I’m trying to parse the language and am caught up on confusing phrases they actually used, and then they’re on to new subjects before I get a chance to cut in. Kinda like hanging out in bars.
This was the long game set-up of bringing Bruno to Europe. Even though I had already returned, I took a BOATLOAD of reference photos while there to prepare.
Part of this strip is about: when I go to the movies, i SO easily slip into the reality of the film, it’s unnerving (and also why I avoid scary films)
Sometimes I wonder what people I know or see are like in bed. Not necesarily in a desirous way, but as an offshoot of their personality.