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It's wierd. Things that bothered me about men, physically and superficially don't anymore. Or maybe it's just this particular guy. Who knows.

These bands from Albequrque were staying at his house last night. Him and Dan (his roomie) invited me over. I got there and everyone was shit-faced, for lack of a better phrase.

He grabbed me, when I was walking to the restroom, and threw me on his bed and starting kissing me with the door open. That's a new one.

All these guys were pretty geeky (in a really cute way) and they had these like hopeful looks in their eyes. Like the boy was helping geeks nationwide by having a hot chick in his bed. it made me giggle.

This morning, he woke up, went to the restroom and I could hear him throwing up...and for some reason it didn't bother me. As a matter of fact, I was half tempted to go in there, and rub his back while he regurgitated....but I'm sure that would have made him uncomfortable, seeing as he's not aware of my knew unknown acceptance of everything he does.

It's wierd what happens to your brain as you get older, I must say. Things I cared about before, I just stopped caring about. Things that weren't important.

I left...and despite knowing he vomitted, (even though he did brush his teeth)...I kissed him goodbye.

If that's not love, then I don't know what is....