Last weekend I went to my friend Eli's annual Pride Party. Cue lots of dancing and lots of gayness. Anyhow, a friend of ours was there and we got on really well and were getting quite close, by the next day we were cuddling and holding hands and all that. I was certain it was just all the drugs we'd taken and we had just become much closer friends. We went for tea and cake today and then took a stroll down into the Pavillion.
It wasn't the nicest of days, but the rain, while occasionally spitting did not come down in a deluge as we expected. So we found a tree by the Palace and sat down and just chatted about our lives. I was still certain we were just getting to know each other (I should have known better - she was coming on to me something rotten. But I am an idiot) but we started to kiss. And kiss some more. And it was wonderful and special and incredible.
I immediately felt guilty as I know she has a partner. However it's on the rocks and she told me she has thought about me every day since last week. I thought about it and realised I'd thought about her every day since I'd seen her last.
So there I was, kissing a beautiful woman ten years older than me, being told that she's infatuated with me.
Life is sweet sometimes, as well as being unnecessarily difficult and complicated.
Now I'm listening to the XXXchange remix of House Jam by Gang Gang Dance, and I'm dancing my arse off. Such a tune.