Wash, Rinse, and Repeat

I have this friend. We're good friends. Really, really good friends. Obviously, as good friends we have some things in common: hobbies, taste in music and film, clothes, what-have-you. Another example is boys. The both of us like boys, and sometimes our circles...overlap. Not sometimes. A shit-ton. I can still count on one hand the number of boys I've shared with said friend over this two-year period, but I only have five fingers you know. There is a limit. I'm getting there pretty quickly. Someone should stop me.

I hooked up with yet another one of her friends over Spring Break because silly!me had to stay at school for the week instead of going home like I did last year. My luck is awesome. Of course, this guy had to be someone she actually, seriously liked--a fact I was blissfully unaware of because I can't pick up social/behavioral cues to save my life. So I tell her, and she gets upset, and I go, "Oh WHOOPS." At last she never stays miffed with me for very long so now we are okay once more. Still. Go me.

The hookup meant nothing, I swear! He was in my room, it was 3 in the morning, it was spring break, I was BORED. CURIOUS. Maybe even a bit RONERY. He was all those things too; otherwise I'm certain he would not have come near me with a ten foot pole. Young college students have needs, don't you agree? >_> In any case, it only lasted for an hour, tops. To be honest, he wasn't all that exciting. There was kissing, a grope here and there, and we were CARRYING ON A CONVERSATION THE ENTIRE TIME. I've had better. So don't worry! I'm not stealing anybody out from under you!

One good thing to come out of this fiasco is that I have now completed my Rainbow of Nationalities List! Got all the major colors YESSSS. Ahem, let's hope I don't get her Sloppy Seconds again.

And that was all that happened over Spring Break, really.