I haven't mentioned this before, but I absolutely abhor kissing people I've only just met on the cheek. of course, this does now apply if I think you're genuinely the kind to do such a thing, or highly attractive (but I'm not attracted.)
last night was full of people who did that.
boys, please realize that if you've met me once, not remembering my name is fine. what is not fine is ignoring me the first time, and the second time giving me a once-over, and then kissing me. urgh.
the after-gathering was many, many kinds of awesome, however. C's house was ours for the ravaging for four glorious hours, the Boy & co. brought kegs of Heinekin. tasteless but what can you do? nobody went over the 'bad' side of drunk, nobody had a bad time and I started a game of 'I never' which will remain memorable for months to come. C's best friend, D, hit on me for the duration of the evening, mildly. possibly because he was slightly tipsy, but we played chess. he played theory through the first few moves of a Sicilian, I was kind of amused. depasquale is still writing for the Age chess column, what a clown... I kind of like getting the paper delivered. something about sitting and reading with toast feels right on Saturdays.
speaking of, the Boy's father is coming over from America next Saturday, so I won't see him for awhile. I still keep pondering the question over and over... what to do?
xx
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