Took a few days off from blogging to spare myself (and you) reading my blah blah blah “I’m super high on my crush and she’s sooooo amazing” stuff.
HomoSonic was just as awesome as I needed it to be. J went with me and had a blast too.
I spent the back half of my night in a overly bright corner making out with a very sexy 38 year old…not a dark haired pixie-waif (cause she didn’t ask me to make out in a dark corner with her. it may have been my imagination, but I think she was regretting that later) but a blond athletic waif with the softest skin. This does not make me any less of an ageist btw, but if you are 38 and look 25 in a decently lit room, I’m into it. Really. into. it.
Ah mah zing. Two hours passed in about 5 minutes. Time warp of hot stranger. She didn’t take me home, even though I was being super charming and witty and generally very grown-up about the whole one night stand thing. We did trade digits and I’m not above calling her up to go out some night for some more dark cornering. (unless/until BRG! kills/cures me). Three cheers for grown-up let’s just admit this is a lust thing situations.
And Thank God she resisted my allure because it’s snowing and I would have got stuck at hers (and I’m way less beguiling when I’m forced to be with you as opposed to choosing to be with you) and I have a date?! with BRG tonight in which I plan on finagling my way back to her house for some quality cuddling and makey-outey. OKay, so it’s not really a date…she’s coming to a party I’m playing at (but she’s coming because I asked her to come) and then we (+ our mutual male friend who likes both of us, but maybe her more at the moment) are going to another party in DC.
But there’s alcohol involved…so I’m thinking it’s make a move time. For real. Worse comes to worse I get shot down, get drunk, and pass out in someone else’s bed. I’m not above that. Or sleeping in the back of my truck, but that’s not as glamorous.
Getlan, I am fueled by small miracles, slight displays of affection, and brief compliments…so I’ve spent the last 3 days trying to get a recording that lives up to your fervour praise. Now I’m hung over, sweatpanted, bed headed, acoustically distorted, extremely cocky, and snowed in so I’m just gonna post my best effort to date.
Finally, getting my tattoo on Tuesday. It’s going to be wicked.
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