The Taste of Beer
2005.05.28 20:15

Yesterday I sent her a message at noon as to whether she can see me the last night. After 1.5 hours I got her reply which says 'No'. She's got a strange character, she always contradicts what she previously said -'No', and what she sent the night -'Come on'. It is immeasurable for me what her mentality is but any way when I was told to be able to come, always I do. But of course usually I am disappointed. Last night too, with a hope of my being called, I went to the foreigner's bar, -Off Broadway. The bar was moved from really 'off the town ' to the 'centre of the town' though the size of the premises came to be smaller, I prefer the smaller one because we all can have easy access to each other. We all are more likely to start talking to even among unknown people.
I ordered the beer. Uhmmm I was able to taste the hop and malts in the beer. Unlike the situation then I faced- I would fail to promiss having date with her, I was able to feel the tast of beer. Uhmmm it might be a good omen. So I cut short instead to spend hours to have beer there, I went home only to wait for her email.
At 3:26 a.m. I got an email. Now it's show time.