Warm welcomes
It’s always fun to come to a party and have a good-looking girl of remote acquaintance greet you with a cheerful and surprised “Hi! What are you doing here??”
Unless of course she happens to be the host of the party, who does not remember inviting you, because she didn’t. Whoops. But it was asked in good spirit, I think, so what the hell.
In other news, at the same party I chatted to (nah; mostly listened to) a guy who, upon seeing the rather unsightly scar across most of my forearm, proceeded to show me every miniscule hint of a scar on his body and tell a concise story of each (“this one, five-centimetre glass shard; that one, tic-tac-toe with a knife,” etc.). He then mentioned, for whatever reason, that the best thing a girl can do for you is to wake you up with oral frolicking. Alrighty-then, no denying that that’s nice, but he proceeded to explain that this treat was all too rare, because only four girls had done this for him.
Out of about 190, he added, unasked.
I suspect that declaring one’s sexual “hit count” (for want of a better term) to a complete stranger who didn’t ask, can’t ever be anything but lame. If it’s inordinately high, it’s silly boasting (especially when unlikely to be true; this was no Casanova, and not that old). If it’s inordinately low, it’s just plain moaning (and in a twisted way that can be boasting too, for the angst snobs). And if it’s about average, there’s nothing noteworthy about it; why is it being brought up? Sorry, no leeway there: you go quoting those statistics in mixed company, you lose.
The party had its upsides though; I did meet a very cute likeable girl with a quick wit who was great fun to talk to. Of course, there was a catch. She turned out to be a decade younger than me. I don’t think I’m quite old enough for that to be OK. Oh well, at least the talking was fun.
Other observations:
- the odd-looking guy with all the piercings, whom I see downtown sometimes, is apparently a swell guy, reserved and contemplative and courteous.
- Southern Comfort dry is soul-rendingly disgusting.
- some women are willing to wear a short skirt outside in any weather. I’m always impressed by that.
- apparently I’m not always uncomfortable in an unfamiliar crowd anymore. How’d that happen?