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( Sunday, Jul. 04, 2004 11:58 pm )

>The "eh, whatever" dating policy in effect

Happy Fourth of July for about two more minutes. Today I celebrated our country's independence with gluttony, endless walking, and fireworks, all of which illustrate a very American fortitude and verve. I hung out with one or two Big Chain Bookers all day long, first heading to an all you can eat ice cream event, and then walking all over the damn place, including across the Ben Franklin bridge into Camden, NJ, and finally concluding tonight, exhausted but still focused, by eating some pasta and walking to the Walnut Street bridge to see the fireworks.

Yesterday I celebrated my personal indepence by being somewhat slutty! Mmm hmm. Friday night I went out dancing again, to the same place where I met Possibly Gay Friend of a Friend the weekend before. This time I met another friend of a friend. I never really intend to, except that I've only just discovered that picking up guys is SO EASY. Just one random comment shouted in someone's ear is all it takes, and sometimes even less than that. So anyway, this new guy's name was David, just like the mildly obsessive guy I met in West Philly on my faux birthday. New David, however, was attractive and somewhat like a frat boy crossed with a hipster. Whatever. He was there. He gave me a ride home, and we started kissing in the car when we got here to my place. By that point I was extremely, extremely drunk, and had to kiss with my eyes open part of the time because I had the spins. Lapse in judgement occurred right about then, because I invited him to stay over, which he did. I am a whore. Or at least I intended to be, because not a damn thing happened. Some chaste kissing only, and then otherwise it was just pretty much like a sleepover with a stranger. And we had breakfast the next day...basically let me sum it all up like this: so cute, fantastic kisser, interesting stories, but nothing whatsoever in common and hardly any joking or humor between us. Hmmm. And then I rounded out my Saturday by going out on a date with the possibly gay guy, who was indeed still very sensitive and nice and funny and great to hang around with and adorably interested in, like, hand holding. So that was fun. I dub him Sweetpea.

In conclusion: one night stands are a bad idea, dating homosexuals is a good idea, and all you can eat ice cream is a devil's bargain. And I am a slut, potentially.

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