J is for Jameson.

Your intentions were anything but clear, and so it was that I sat silently, confused, for the better part of an hour. All that time you waited for me around the corner, or maybe it was that you were just taunting me, but either way I did everything but rise to the bait. Or was it not carrot but stick? But either way instead I went for a run, took a shower and poured myself a tall drink and sat again silently until I knew you were safely gone. Yours was another goodbye--or was it hello?--I do not need to remember.