ryman

hello again..
its been a while, and I've got so much to tell so I know that this is gonna end up short (because I will keep forgetting everything I meant to say). The weekend was great, a little confusing, but great. I kissed the girl I should have kissed a long time ago, and it was lovely. I stayed the night at her house (actually, her parents house) and that was great, , even though I was way out of practice so i guess I was kinda sucky. I was so nervous and didn't quite know what to do with my hands (as if I was ever that sure...) and we spent a lot of the time just laughing at ourselves, drunk and tangled in each others underwear. Which was pretty great actually...
And I've found a girl who appreciates the irony of fucking to the Big Black's "Songs about fucking". She's beautiful and perfect and funny and smart and lives at the other end of the country.

Sexual "experience" is a weird, weird thing, isn't it? I mean that it's a bit strange learning something from someone, trying it with someone else and finding they like it too.. It's a good thing, because I'm a crap shag, but it still feels like I'm being unfaithful to that person, everything they were. Part of me doesn't want to spoil that memory of everything.
If you're reading this, you know who you are, and I'm sorry.

I'm thinking too much. Tell me that. But I'm a typical saggitarius (as much as I wish I didn't believe in that) and I'm a hopeless romantic at the same time, a fatal combination....
hope you're good, and happy that summer's finally here and half the year has gone already.
"the future belongs to analogue loyalists. Fuck digital"
xxx r