he just left and i feel tense and apprehensive. i didnt say no last night. im not sure how i feel about that. the thought that i had as i was waking up was, 'hell, another stranger in my bed. didnt i say i wasn't going to do this anymore?' well. he's not really a stranger, but... he still kind of is. i like him, and his touch feels so good. warm skin against my own. his body close to mine, breath on my back. *sigh* i wish he didn't have to leave this morning. i miss him already.
fuck.
fuck.
It's crazy how many people tell me I look like someone they know or see. Without exaggeration, someone tells me that at LEAST 4-5 times a month. I meet a lot of people out at shows and sure enough, someone always says "you look familiar..."
If I ever find myself in Portland, I'll go to your work and scope out for this guy...