beyond_rhythm

A wonderful close to a wonderful night. Boy's roomate plays guitar and I'm drunk enough to show off. So, I march myself into roomate's room and proceed to start jamming with him. This went on, with boy sipping water in the doorway, for about 45 minutes. I sang. I played. We harmonized. We created. We replayed. It was highly cathartic, as finding someone worth playing with always is. Proceeded to hot tub immediatly afterwards with boy...*fill in the blanks* (la la la) A very nice time. What am I doing liking a boy? Haven't I learned my lesson by now? And shouldn't it tell me something that I, yet again, love a man's hips? This always means I'm thinking about women....what the hell...