I don't know, I just think there's too much miscommunication between guys and girls. I mean, no one knows what the fuck is going on. We need to have the discussion. We need to vent it and get it out in the open," I said, grabbing my drink from the bedside table.
_______ sat on the edge of the bed and put his shirt back on. "What do you want to know?"
"I just want to know what guys are thinking. I mean we have sex and stuff and nothing lasting ever comes of it," I said, taking a cigarette out and lighting it. I knew I shouldn't be smoking in the room, but I was too drunk to care.
"I don't think I should say. We don't know everything girls are thinking. I think some things are better left unsaid."
"I want to know. I'd prefer shit to be clearer, because I'm always confused," I replied. I could tell he was still a bit sexually frustrated, but he seemed okay to chat.
"Go ahead then, ask what you want. I'll try give it to you as straight as I can. But don't hate the messenger," _______ responded, taking the champagne from my hand and having some.
"I won't, promise. So why do guys act so interested and then not get in touch at all?" I asked."
