So... Last night I went to the local hangout to get some coffee, and I ran into a friend of mine. I normally see her pretty often, but I haven't seen her in a few weeks, so, y'know, we talked and everything, and flirted as usual.

Then, I leave to go talk to some other friends, and I come back in about 45 minutes. I sit down next to her, and she goes to give me a hug, cause she thinks I'm leaving, and I say "I'm not leaving, but you can hug me anyways."

To which she responds, "Oh, okay. Can we make out?"

And I say, playfully (we've rehearsed this script many times before), "Of course..."

She then kisses me right on the lips. And I fucking melted.

Let me explain. This girl is hot. In every way. She just exudes heat in everything she does, everything she says, everything. She's wonderfully, wonderfully intelligent, so much fun to hang around, and very, very gay.

Yes, Mr. Circuit has no chance as long as he has a cock.

So, why does she tease poor little me? I don't know. I doubt she's been thinking about that kiss non-stop for the last 12 hours.

Oh, if only I was a girl, or if only she was just a little farther to the left on the Kinsey scale, I'm sure we would have hooked up months ago. Hell, she's admitted that to me.

*Sigh*.

Now, despite my emotional wrangling, I still changed my picture to the giddy, happy one. Why?

Because I still got to kiss her.

Circuit