But after we kissed and ate pizza and went back to his house, we struggled for things to talk about. In real life, Paul stared off at nothing while I talked. In real life, he had no questions about the drive or my job. He took me out for dinner and read his e-mail while we waited for our food. He took me to a party at his friend’s house where they proceeded to argue for hours about Web design while I sat on a chair and stared at the ceiling, drunk and bored. I felt all this seemed like a game: a constant dance of reaching for me and pulling back, of closeness and distance, of real life and Internet make-believe.
The day I left him while he was out at work, I wrote him a note, willing myself not to cry:“Dear Paul, thank you so much for having me this weekend. It meant a lot to me to spend time with you in person.”
能不能来个英文版的,用英文翻译英文
追答额 那个英文已经很简单直白了,,,没法翻译