thediastema's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I still won't use the word \"boyfriend\" until he says \"girlfriend\" first. Last night: Durwood: "This has been the best birthday ever." We were talking about taking it slow as we drove to the west-side Mexican restaurant where we'd meet the rest of the revellers, but when he stopped me in the corridor outside the washrooms and kissed me with such ferocity that we smacked rather conspicuously into a painting on the wall, he left me so stunned I was unable to concentrate hard enough to pee for several minutes. We were calling it a birthday celebration, but really everybody else was dancing while the two of us watched cartoons with the audio off and the histrionic DJ blasting a new soundtrack. We cuddled more or less the whole time on one of the couches at Shaggys. I was telling everyone we're not really a couple, but I'm pretty sure once you've found yourself stumbling around the guy's apartment wearing just black satin underpants and one of his obscure-rock-band t-shirts, it's somehow official. He dropped me off at about 1 p.m. today. He kissed me right there on my front lawn in front of God and everybody. My mother returned from work about fifteen minutes later and mercifully ignored the smell hanging on me. ~ETK 18:34 - 14 June, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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