Well, I pretty much regret writing what I did, so join the club :P.

I don’t understand why. I don’t know about everyone else but I would like to know why is on your mind. I’m a great listener….. do you want to share?

Thanks man, that was a perfect post to help me with what I've been feeling these past few days. :)

You can always count on Trep.

Dear AG Blog:

Ah, the State of the (Liz) Union...

I'm pretty much broke. I have something like $50 in the bank, and $5 of credit left. Got $60 coming in this week for selling some things, and that's about it. Need to sell more things...

Got a job lined up, finally, after 4 months of little to nothing available in my skill set and my roommate threatening to kick me out anyway. Pretty good one, too... I *finally* have a job that's full time and pays $10/hour, and it's data entry, too. Unfortunately it's only gonna last for 2 months or so, and the actual day I'm starting is up in the air. Hope it's soon, cause I need the money...

Speaking of said roommate, we used to be best friends once. Lately, though... I'm sick of him. He belittles my hobbies, doesn't take anything I say seriously, never gives me any help that matters or requires any effort on his part, and was willing to kick me out even though I was *trying* to find a job, but not having any luck, and don't have anywhere else to go. And he knows damn well from 6 years of living together that when I do have a job I give him any money he needs that I have available; I'm not a deadbeat.

And then there's the things about him that have always driven me nuts, like his inability to be serious about anything and his slobby packratness. Wish I had the money to move out on my own, but seeing as how I haven't had close to enough money in the entire 10 years I've been working so far... yeah.

Hell, I don't even have enough money to buy a computer, let alone move out. Most normal people, they save up to buy stuff like cars and houses. Me? I can't even save up enough money to finally replace my slowly dying 7-year-old computer. The idea of me ever owning anything worthwhile like a car or house is a silly pipe dream at best.

I lie back sometimes and remember back when I was in school. Straight A student, ceiling level scores on every academic assessment test I took, had colleges sending me recruitment letters when I took my PSATs in 9th grade and got back my scores... I was the kid that probably would have been voted "Most likely to work in some big-ass science R&D place somewhere". Hell, I still even wow all my temp agency recruiters when I take their skill tests.

I'd like to say I wonder where I went wrong, except I know right where it happened. I've just spent too many years alternating between treading from paycheck to paycheck and drowning to fix it.

I suppose I feel a little like our AG pal Mory does about money... if I didn't need it to survive, better myself, and buy the few things I want to buy (books, DVDs, and computer games, mainly), I wouldn't care about it. Unfortunately, since I never have any, I'm stuck always thinking about it.

So, I find myself much like I was about 10 years ago... feeling completely depressed, apathetic, useless, and lonely. At least back then I had no bills hanging over my head, and I had just made a new friendship that promised to drag me out of the muck... except that, as usual, the promise of both that friendship and bettering my situation turned out to be worthless. Now I have negative net worth, no offline friends, and nothing to fall back on.

I'm also remembering why I never keep a diary... since the few times I have kept a diary, I'd go back and read it one day, and all the entries would sound a lot like this post - in emotion and utter lack of anything going my way, at least, if not in specific events.

Signed, Liz

P.S. Ignore Lacey's self-depreciations. He's cute, funny, and entertaining to talk to, even if he could stand to loosen the twist in his shorts just a wee. ;)

Are you there, AG Community Blog? It's me, Squinky.

I've been reading through some entries that other people have posted on you, and I must say, it's kind of interesting to get this rare insight into the personal lives and feelings of said people. Contrary to many people's opinions, I actually do enjoy listening/reading to other people talk about themselves.

Well, actually, I seem to have a marked preference for reading other people talk about their feelings rather than simply what they do, as the former is a lot more revealing about people's character than the latter. The latter, for me, is interesting when it pertains to a subject that I actually care about or have some interest in - I'm more likely to listen to someone blabbing about innovation in gaming than to someone blabbing about some band I've never heard of or some wild party that no one would really care about unless they were there.

Feelings, I like better because they're universal and therefore easier to relate to. Maybe I also like them because they're a rare topic, something that only people who have known each other a while and trust one another will divulge. And hearing other people expressing their feelings makes me more confident about divulging my own. After all, mutual self-disclosure is what brings people closer to one another.

I can understand Jelena and Rob's feelings about regret, though. Laying yourself bare and having no one really acknowledge you or reciprocate is kind of scary, especially when it's over the Internet and everyone and their dog could find what you've written if they searched hard enough. And then there's also the inevitable embarrassment of moving past your feelings of the moment and being ashamed of them later. God knows this has happened to me many times - there have been three instances in which I've started a personal journal online only to freak out and delete all the entries in it later.

On a lighter note, I glossed over Jat's entry and read the following:

And then in my head, I was like, "OMG! That's practically the mirror image of MY taste in music!" therefore confirming the theory that I must be a gay man trapped in a woman's body, though an unusually prudish one.

And with that thought, I bid you adieu, AG Community Blog. And to a certain number one fan of mine who I'm sure is going to post in here right after me, hello, and how are things?

Hiya AGers!

You know I really do enjoy the writting and friendly atmosphere that is produced dy all of you. You make a redneck just as welcome as a Namibian, Even though this redneck accidentally steps on a few toes.

Im sitting here reading and I cannot help but feel at least partially akin to you all. Me and my family went through a few problems a few years back and me in my infinate wisdom moved them all to Kentucky from Texas to be closer to my mother for some reason that did not hit me till I had been here for a few months. God had sent me here.

Now I have to tell you folks that I was practically an Athiest before all this happened here. I'm still far from a bible thumpin, standing on the pulpit, telling others how to live person. I favor no established religion but I have deep feelings for Christ teachings, not Christian Doctrin as it's set up now but the teachings in all the Gospels are dear to my heart, even the Gospels eradicated from the Bible.

I also found God in of all things math. I was reading about the string theory one time. String theory is a set of formulae that is like the one in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy for all Physics. It is a formula in which all things come together. Only problem is you cannot prove it in a controled enviroment, believe me this causes all sorts of crap and denials that it's possible because it cannot be proven. The only way for String Theory to work is by believing it does, you have to have FAITH that it is real. For some reason this struck me profoundly.

Now the reason I think God brought me here is my mother. After we had settled down we found that she had breast cancer. This was a blow to me since I had the Super Mom image of her and it was a grueling year and a half but we managed okay and thought it was licked. All things settled down and me and my family were considering moving back to Texas. For some reason the money situation didn't work out the way we had hoped and we were stuck once again. them mom was striken with cancer in her liver and back. We thought that was going well but what we found out later that she was holding back the facts from us so as not to hurt us, it had spread through her body and also in her brain. She wasn't going to live and she knew this for about 6 months, never telling us or my step father. She passed away last month.

Some will say that it was coincedence that I came and then I had to stay but for some reason I cannot. If not for my new found faith and my loving wife and family (Whom I thank god for every day, even when I'm mad) I know that I would have gone insane. The pain is there still, it's really hard to shake, but I make it.

Now for the thank you's. I have not been here but a little while but you guys are great! The way I deal with pain alot is through humor and you give here as good as you get. I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate it all.

Well thanks for listening and you folks hava goodun!

Paul,
The P in RLPW:7

I got this in my inbox a couple of weeks ago:

I've been thinking about friendship. I am horrible at keeping in touch with people I have met (and my family as well) but there are some that I do keep up with much more. I think I need some people too much and take too much from them without giving enough in return. I think I am unfair to friends in my life when I expect more from them than what they are able to give and make them feel guilty unknowingly (and maybe sometimes knowingly). http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a2...lies/shame.jpg When I do so, I think they don't like to be around me or communicate with me as much. I wish I could be a better friend and do as the message says above and cherish what my friends are able to give me and not be such a draining person.

Sorry to keep waiting, darling.

I'm perhaps a little less cranky now than I have been through most of the day. I had a client basically reject a number of my more subtle design methods, figuring there was somehow something wrong with overlapping and contrast and colour selection and other fun things that apparently only us artsy folk understand and appreciate. As the work had to be at the printers before close of business, I pushed to get an Okay on the work by basically implementing every weak little request made at lightning speed, and only sacrificing subtlety and my artistic pride to do so. I'll have my revenge when I present her with the invoice.

As you've expressed a preference for feelings over minutiae, I should say that I'm feeling harried and out of sorts, and I really think I could do with a long, quiet snuggle somewhere watching a movie and relaxing. However, I have to make dinner, finish doing some favours for fellow artists, and look over revisions for another part of the gig I mentioned above.

So I'm going to stop talking about work and mention that one of the nicest conversations I've had in ages occurred last night witha very darlign lady whom I hope to speak with again very soon. I hope she's doing well.

Since I can't edit my posts, I'd also like to add that I can be smothering at times also with my friends. I wish I could find the right balance.

I've been guilty of that myself. In the end, I don't know if there is a balance. You simply share as much of the love you have for your people as you feel safe about, and if you miss the mark, you'll soon know who your friends are, and they will most certainly know who you are. In a way, it all works out.

*HUG*

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I'm happy. But it's the kind of happiness one achieves through a gauntlet of tears. An earned happiness. A gift of happiness. These things don't last long, and I think that's the problem many people have. They see good things as deservedly permanent, that once attained it's supposed to stay with them. And then they see it go away and they throw a big fit, like what a small child does when his big brother grabs his toy. And then they become depressed.

I realized some time ago how deeply I feel, whatever I feel. I realized I may not be typical. When I'm happy I'm flying, when I'm sad I explore that sadness as thoroughly as I can until I hit the bottom. Then the only way to go is up. That's how life is.

There's this, too: it took me years to realize that happiness also takes a great amount of courage. It's very easy slip into depression and wallow in self-pity. I've done all that. But it takes work to strive to be happy. That, of course, is only one kind of happiness. But it's the kind that counts, and in a big way. There are other kinds, like tiny little windfall moments (surprise visits from your best friend, a postcard from Italy, a co-worker bringing fresh baked brownies to work on a Monday), and those also come and go. It's a matter of perspective, and of choice.

And my choice is to be happy when I can, to strive for happiness to the best of my ability, and to know when to let go of happiness when it's time, because there will always be a little more around the corner.

Dear AG Community Blog,

Trep is absolutely right. I've been slowly but surely learning the same thing myself. I'm glad he shared this with us.

Yours truly,
Squinky

Dear AG Community Blog,

Your still gay.

Love and kisses,
Silvsie.

Dear AG Community Blog,

I still want to **** silvsie.

xoxo
Trep

Dear AG Community Blog,

Sexualy frustrated this last week, specially since I've been pumping up at the gym for a while and want someone to feel my muscley arms. =p

Hate and Crime,
Dasilva

I'm thinking a lot about time. (please read what I want to say, not my spelling errors or bad grammar;) )

A year has passed since my life changed from efficiency and energy to slowness, pain (headache) and confusion. Some of you know my story and I won't go through all the details again.
In short words I worked too hard for too long (about 7 years) and never listened to my feelings or the warning signals from my body. It's funny I knew what was coming but still I refused to do anything about it. I had to crash to be able to start changing.

Here's where time comes into the contex. If it takes seven years to descend to the level of incapability where I went. How long should I expect my recovery to take? Not seven years?!

Another aspect of time is what I'm capable of doing during one day. Of course I compare it to how it was before. Not that I want to go back to mistreating myself, (and by doing so also mistreating my family) I'm just amazed of how little it takes for me to become totally exhausted and just fall asleep. I'm working 2.25 hours a day. That's 25 % of full time. I'm far from being able to work more. I know this in my heart. I need more time. My boss says she's going to keep me whatever happens since she knows my capabilities. Hearing that worries me, because she wants what I used to achieve.

I will never go back to striving so bad for perfection that I'd treat my family the way I did. Working late hours, bringning my work home. Christer said about me: on first place you put your job, on secon place you put your job as well. We, your family comes on third place at best.

Well, times have changed for me. Time is on my side. But it's hard to keep the focus. Sometimes I despair.

Dear God,

Am I really full of the Devil? Oh well, I can't promise I'll stop teasing people. You made me this way after all. Eat that.

Love,
Margaret

Dear AGCB.

Since lots of people have been acting pretty "squinky" (chances are you're not gonna find that term in the dictionary of your choice) :P ) in here, I'm gonna do that myself now. It's been, like a year since I dropped my college stuff, and I still haven't been able to go... anywhere. No real plans what to do and a complete lack of motivation to come up with something decent whatsoever. Recently a person back from "the days" who my mind's still somewhat connecting to my failure at college asked me that dreaded "how are you" question, I almost had to puke and didn't respond. On the bright side, the molar that broke off a while ago will get fixed in the next couple of weeks, and I'm sick of the sight of it. Still, I'd give *everything* to have such a cool machine as Doc Emmett Brown had. Three years. Just fuckin' three years. :(

Since it was clear that when last I titillated you with my verbiage, you were hanging on my every word, I shall share the events that have transpired since.

I was asked directions by a quintessential Aryan beauty, that made me truly appreciate why the Germans call themselves the master race. :9~

I went out last night with a group of straight people. We went to a few bars, then ended up in some sort of club where we were admitted to the V.I.P area. It was quite fun, but versus Tuesday night, there was really no comparison. Clearly nobody parties like the queers.

I developed a taste for Jose Cuervo (and his Tequila wasn't bad either ;) )

I saw a gorgeous guy who had chiselled features and long dirty-blonde hair tied in a ponytail. :9~

I got a hug from a cute straight guy, who sadly was committed to his breeder lifestyle, as I saw him grinding on the dance floor with a girl I had met who shares my tastes in rock music. On the scale of breeders he was one of the cool ones, and didn't mind playfully touching me in jest. :D

I stayed relatively sober, and left at 12:30am when I got bored.

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WTF is it with German men, Blogsie? They seem to have this receptiveness, this relaxed embrace of the world, that many American men seem to lack, and it imparts them with that much more beauty, that much more climate - where I want to be.

I frequent a site (based out of Germany but is international) for men, and I'm always getting 'hits' from Germans. I keep in touch with at least two of them, and there is one who lives in San Francisco, a jovial type, who wants me to see him next time I come up. One of the men in Berlin, a scientist who often travels to the States to lectures and conventions, wants badly to fall in love with me, he and I get on famously because we can talk about things like philosophy, art, culture, and life. He's not exactly classically goodlooking but he has something better - this coolness, this "I-don't-know-what" about him that's incredibly sexy. It's tragic, though, because I'm here and he's there, and for that we both die a little at each thought of it. We've sent each other postcards.

The other Berliner is punkish and urban but has the heart and soul of a poet. He understands me completely, my sensitivities, my dynamism. He sees the same kinds of rare gems in the everyday that I see, and what I see most people don't notice. We take comfort in knowing that we both exist in tandem, even though the world separates us physically. Then there is the fellow sensualist from Honolulu, a tall slim German with peppery hair and a velvety way of writing. We talk about scented candles, oils, kissing with restraint but with an undercurrent of boiling desire, and he is sad I'm not there but wants to come to L.A. in December.

I thrive in little pockets of life, no matter how far away on the horizon.

Damn us breeders! We're so hot (snicker)

:( Tell me about it. I lost count of many gorgeous dads with their little kids come visit the museum and the only thing I can do is tell them where exhibits are. Damn you hot breeder men.

Dear AG Community Blog,

Maybe it's all the office coffee I've been drinking, but I seem to have a very short attention span at work these days. I hope the Telltale staff doesn't get too annoyed when I periodically get up and start wandering around the office while playing with Devil Sticks.

Anyway, time to go back to tightening up the graphics for the next Sam & Max episode!

xoxo,
Squinky

Ummm, what was that?

Much more light hearted today. And shallow: spent a fortune fixing my hair. God that felt good!
And then Christer and I went to our favourite furniture dealer and ordered a huge sofa for the basement. (Thank you very much insurance company!) We won't get it until Christermas though, but I like having something to look forward to.

Dear AG Community Blog/community of readers,

And so it begins. As of tomorrow I'm back in the surreal world of Oxford University, preparing to embark upon another year of learning history. Or perhaps that should be pretending to learn history, as I seem to spend more of my time doing extra-curricular music :crazy:.

Anyway, it's at this time each term that I suddenly feel a whole load of anxiety. I like things to be regular and predictable around me - I'm a terrible sucker for continuity - and so I always hate moving away from home for any extended period. I'm paranoid that I'll get there and then realise that I forgot to pack things that I'd like to have, and so on. And then there's the work; I've done precious little genuine reading this vacation - curse my post-exam laziness - so I'm going to have to suddenly increase my workload substantially.

All this combined with the wonders of Freshers' Week. Come Sunday all the newbies will be descending upon college, and I'm going to have to suddenly morph into a friendly, cheerful, positive individual in my capacity as president of my college's music society (the UCMS; come to our end of term concert!™). I'm also beginning to worry myself about my potential inadequacies as a conductor (I'm in charge of the Largest Non-Auditioning Choir in Oxford™ now), so I probably just need to stop thinking about that. Yay for jumping in at the deep end.

That aside, it will be nice to meet up with friends acquaintances again. After a year at university I've realised that pretty much nothing happens in my home town, which is fine when trying to relax, but not much use when you actually want to do stuff.

So, yeah. I'm off to go and feel anxious somewhere. And to wonder if I've finished packing yet again. Hopefully I'll have internet access as soon as I arrive though, so you won't even notice that I've moved. Sorry that you won't be getting time off from me.

Love you all,

R. "Should have added the Westgarth-" Lacey

Dear bloggers,

Whoever took over building cars after 1980 is a sadist and I would hunt them down and flog them except for the fact that they would enjoy to much. You have to either have $20000 in tooling designed specifically to remove a bolt that should take 2 seconds or be a contortionist to reach it!

I swear I help work on multi-million dollar machining devices with not a care in the world but turn into an angry idiot throwing tools to work on a simple old Ford Explorer that I use as my work car.AARRRGGHH

thank you for your time

So, I went out for coffee with my new acquaintance today (well, I the consummate Brit had tea) and it was okay. It slowly morphed into more than just coffee and I gradually began to feel more uncomfortable.
This was the first time I was speaking to him just one on one, and without the benefit of alcohol, so I was already a little nervous at the outset.
The conversation went quite nicely, but then he started saying things which gave me the impression he "liked" me, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. Now I'm probably being a little presumptuous in saying that, and I'm anything but an expert in reading signals, but still that's how I felt. He gave me compliments, that through the fact they were patently untrue, were quite transparent. Then he started suggesting we do things together, like go for dinner, and I could feel my anxiety levels steadily rising.
So I agreed to go to a movie with him, in my mind at least there wouldn't be any talking for a couple of hours. He insisted on buying my ticket. We saw the new Adam Sandler film, which was fairly poor, I've never been an Adam Sandler fan anyway, but performances from Henry Winkler and Christopher Walken went some way towards saving it.
So after the film he suggested getting something to eat, and I was starving, and Pizza Hut was right there, so I agreed. The damn "please wait to be seated" woman stuck us at the smallest two person table there. We had to sit opposite each other, which really isn't the best arrangement in that circumstance, either I had to stare right at him, or quite obviously turn to avoid his gaze. Dinner just raised my level of discomfort, and I couldn't wait for it to end.

He's a really nice guy, and I wouldn't mind being friends with him, but through his actions (albeit well-meaning) I just feel uncomfortable around him, which can only have negative consequences. I need to feel at ease with the people I'm around.

I could be misreading him, but I think we're on different wavelengths, and of course the situation raises the whole "When Harry Met Sally" question.

Anyway, congratulations if you read through all that, I wonder how interesting it was to anyone who isn't me, but now you get rewarded with the most interesting part of the night...

I was harassed by a tramp! That's right, a bum, a hobo, a vagrant, some filthy gutter rat!

We were walking along, when this jittery, dishevelled "man" clutching a carrier bag blocked our path on the pavement. I adjusted my route to go around it, then it approached us started rambling incoherently and asking for money. I'm sure it was whacked out on crack or something, I refused eye contact, ignored it, and kept walking, now at a brisk pace. At this point it gave chase and began getting abusive in its tone, demanding that I give it an answer! Just imagine it! I was most perturbed and had no intention of acknowledging this contemptible creature! It would not leave us alone, and I did begin to fear for my safety, I was thankfully in a well lit area, but these junkies are unpredictable. I could have been mugged, or stabbed! I finally managed to escape it by stepping out into traffic, but before I did it had the nerve to accuse me of lacking etiquette! Me, can you believe it! So after that, I'll admit, I was left feeling a little shaken up, not to mention infuriated. Where were the damn police? In the good old days these people would be locked up, or shot. It's time these damn scum were cleared of the streets so good law abiding citizens such as myself can traverse the public highways without being molested or fearing for ones well-being! :shifty:


Oh, and one thing I forgot to add to my last entry, I don't understand people who order generic drinks. Of the people I was with last night, I heard orders coming from them like "vodka & Coke." I mean, who does that!? If you order like that you're just going to get the crap from the well. You request "Absolut & Coke" or "Smirnoff & Coke" or "Stoli & Coke" or "Grey Goose & Coke" (although that last one would be a waste of good vodka.) Strange people... *shakes head* :crazy:

Dear Jat,

Those people are why most Rednecks are armed. I'll have a Kessler's and Sundrop.

Dear AG Community Blog,

I find the whole When Harry Met Sally mentality kind of silly myself. However, I do enjoy it when people fake elaborate, over-the-top orgasms in cafés.

Sincerely yours,
Squinky

Those people are also why some of us have cultivated a distinctly biker-ish appearance. I've found that looking rather rough tends to make undesirable elements like yuppies and the homeless give me a wide berth. Plus, should I choose to engage someone in conversation, it's always funny to see the shocked look on people's faces when they realize I speak in something other than a gutteral growl and actually have fairly decent conversational skills. :D

By the way, I'll have a Mount Gay and coke if you're offering. ;)

you study history?
thats odd, because my dad owns a book about the first millenium AD written by Robert Lacey, who appears to have written many other books on history.

Ah, mistaken identity - so THAT'S how Lacey got into Oxford. ;)

Yes, that man stole my identity (and my website).

But it's okay... he writes populist history, so I can look down on him :P.

Dear Aggie

I need some advice. It's high drama time here in Limbo, or at least it's threatening to do that. My guitar player got married a little over a year ago (a couple months before me), but where I married a responsible, conscientious, self-sacrificing woman of character and distinction, he made the mistake of marrying a woman with an extremely dodgy personality, who has basically been lying to him from day one.

They recently took an old friend as a roommate. This roommate has been taking her out to all kinds of places without Gary. This guy also recently agreed to help a friend of ours start his new business, by co-signing for the 8K loan. Not a serious problem for this guy (union boilermaker). But when our buddy came back from the bathroom, this guy had completely changed his tune. No deal, no dice, bad business plan (even though several professionals had already agreed that it looked great). The suspect; my guitar player's wife, who had tagged along for this little meeting. Two words: bull shit.

There have been other rumours, which I won't utter to be fair to my guitar player. However, we're all starting to think it's time to move our gear out of his basement, while he still has some claim to said basement. We're detecting warning signs, and we're not sure if we're overreacting, but it does look really bad from this distance, and he hasn't said a word to me about any of it.

Anyway, guitar player and I have ameeting in a few minutes, where I explain to him why we're going to be moving the gear out of the basement until we can find a new place to rehearse and jam. From now on until then, it's songwritign sessions here in Limbo for the three of us, and Derrick will either have to get practice pads, or help me find jam space until Gary gets a new job. And preferably, a new place to live. Without the harpy he married.

Thanks for listening, Aggie.

An adventure gamer is born. (hopefully)
We just had a couple of friends with kids over for dinner. They happend to see my game collection (all 27 games) and were curious about the genre. My friend (the wife) immediately said that that's exactly what she needed and ended up bringing Syberia and one of my CSI games home. :)

Aww, you poor thing, sorry to hear you had such a bad time. So whats the latest news on this new guy? He madly in love, yet?;)

I tell you what Lee, the one thing I said I would never do is have a roomate after I was married, nothing but trouble one way or another. Either there trying to do/or are doing your woman or there listening to your sexual encounters through the wall (personal experiance).

As for the woman you can tell him what you think or just let him deal with it or let him suffer for it miserably in the long run. Trust me you lose either way

I'm not sure quite why I keep writing these things, so this will be my last one for a while.

I went out again last night with the group from Tuesday, and we went to one of the same bars, and to a different club. It was fun and I got to meet some new people too.

A couple of the guys I knew were in drag, which was hilarious. Just imagine a pair of size 11 shiny red high heels!

There was lots of eye-candy about on the dance floor, the music wasn't as great as on Tuesday, but I still went and joined them for a closer look, hehe. ;)

The guy I went out for coffee with on Friday was there too. To start with I was getting quite annoyed with him as I wanted to mingle and meet some other people, but he refused to leave me alone. I've come to the conclusion that I wasn't just imagining that he "likes" me, so I'm going to have to nip that in the bud, somehow. I'm pretty sure he was trying to get me drunk, and it worked, he kept buying me drinks and they were all doubles. There was a cordoned off area with huge seats and free champagne that we were allowed into, so when I was fairly far gone we went to have a little rest there - at his suggestion. He sat down next to me, put his arm around me, and under the pretence of finding out if I was ticklish started touching and stroking my forearm. At the time I was to drunk to really care about it, but right now I'm not particularly enjoying that memory, more the opposite in fact. Had he tried anything else however, he wouldn't have got anywhere, except maybe a slap, lol.

One guy I met was wearing these cool, yet bizarre garments on his arms, they stretched from his wrists to his elbows, and were like Eighties legwarmers, lol.

At one point I found myself sitting next to a full blown drag queen, and opposite from a guy wearing a dress that appeared to be made from condom wrappers. I just remember clearly thinking to myself "Oh my god, I'm in an episode of Queer As Folk..."

So all in all I had a good night and left when the place closed at 3am. After that was when things began to go downhill.

It rained, heavily. I was wearing only a skin tight t-shirt and got drenched.
I went to bed and got an awful pain in my right eye that kept me from sleeping. It felt like I had broken glass trapped in it. Today it is so badly bloodshot, my eye could have been replaced with a ruby. It's throbbing and weeping too.
An insect bit me on my bottom lip, now it's swollen up to Leslie Ash proportions.
Of course I have a bit of a hangover too, but at least there's pills for that. :frown:

So that's everything I can think to say on the matter. I'm going to lie down now. Until we meet again!

;) Jatsie's gettin' some!!! LOL!

Jatsie, you're not getting a case of cold feet, are you? But I digress, he is simply not your type, that's all. If all you want is to be friends with him, say so. Just say so. Just tell him, "Let's be friends", and give him a look indicating that that's all you want. Because he will be reading every single tiny signal from you trying to gauge if you want anything more than that.

PM me if you have any more uncertainties, love.