Yesterday night they were showing "Citizen Kane" in my university, so we went (me and Max, that is). It was oddly nice to cuddle up to him in this auditorium where I have spent so many sleepy mornings trying to pay the slightest bit of attention to one of my professors.
Afterwards I really wanted to go to my favourite pub, get something to eat and generally enjoy the warm cozy atmosphere, in contrast to the goddamn winter out there. Max preferred to eat at home, but offerred to drop me off there. I looked at him like "And what am I supposed to do there alone?!?"
On the way home, it occurred to me, how much I used to love going out all by myself. Just going out, not knowing who I might bump into or which new people I might meet. Something great always happened on these nights. And now for some reason I don´t feel like going somewhere without him could be much fun. This is so not me.