I spent all of yesterday drinking.
Vodka + cranberry raspberry juice.
Then to mix it up a little, some whiskey and cherry coke in the evening.
I met some new people! Always a pleasant experience.
Then in the middle of the night fell a tiny bit in love.
I don't know if it's because he was dancing outside in blue shiny spandex
OR if it was because Kyle was getting him to make sound effects of war on command.
It's probably because he finds sex marathons just as funny as I do.
And he always plays jokes on me.
And his voice is wonderfully deep and loud, along with his ever-constant laugh.
And he rubs my back in the best way without me having to ask for it.
And he always plunges his hand into my hair when he kisses me.
And we can constantly joke and converse, and he listens so well.
AND he's starting to take my advice. He has the same goal I do.
He makes me feel happy/comfortable/loved/attractive/safe/important.
He gives. This time I'm not going to take. I'm going to give back double.
I'm prattling like an idiot :)
