“You’re just another 2 am,” I tell him, wondering how many times I’ve utter, or at least thought, these words over the past year. It’s a tiring concept, finding a 2 am, keeping a 2 am, not falling for a 2 am. But I’ve mastered it enough to have a couple on rotation. 2 am is the person you call when you’re drunk and lonely. 2 am is the person who gets the naked you, not the naked soul. 2 am knows barely anything about you, other than…
He was drunk the first time we met. We were supposed to have a date but he had gone out for his mom’s birthday and accidentally had too much to drink. He was going to cancel but I told him I’d pick him up anyway. This was too good of a story to pass up. I wait for a few minutes outside the restaurant. He’s being slow so I text him and tell him I’m leaving. Literally as soon as I turn the corner, he tells me he’s outside and…
