I’m not sure that I’m allowed to tell you about what happened yesterday. It’s really fucking crazy and hardly believable. But it happened. You see. This type of thing happens quite often. I’m sure. To all sorts of people. But it never happens to me.
I’m not one of those folks. Not one of those people that things happen to. I’m plain and boring and invisible. So how could it ever? I’m chubby. So why would it ever? I’m not smart. So why should it ever?
I don’t really know exactly what your impression of me might be, but I should say, to spite all of that, it happened. And I’m not sure if I should tell you what what happened actually is. I might ruin the moment if I share it with everyone. Right now it’s my story. And mine alone. And well I guess it’s a little bit his story too but that’s just two of us. If I tell you, you might feel like somehow my story is your story. My story would belong to a lot more people after all that. A lot more than just him and me. And I think I’d rather just keep quiet for now. Keep my own thoughts and my own wits about me. So you can just go on now. I’m not saying a thing.
I shouldn’t have mentioned it in the first place.
I’m not even sure that I’m allowed to tell you about what happened yesterday. It’s really fucking crazy and hardly believable. But it happened. You see. To me.