All throughout the evening, I was flirting with a boi with whom I've had a crush on for the last year or so. The flirting has intensified over the last few weeks. He was invited over to our little after-soiree, but not until after giving me an incorrect phone number. We made it back to our place, where the party had already started roaring. Some of Brindle's old-school friends were visiting and there was lots of camera and smut involved. I was a bit beyond tipsy, but still in control for the most part. My boi-flirt eventually showed up and proceeded to toy with me for the rest of the evening. He even got me nude on a futon, before sketching out and leaving with much haste. Dammit! That's sooo immature! I can only suspect that he is closeted or something and cannot deal with his sexuality. Either that, or he would rather go do drugs at someone else's place instead of making out with me. C'est la vie. It wouldn't be the first time that I was dissed for drugs. He has my phone number, and we'll just see if he ever uses it.
Our home is a stinky mess. I ache all over, and generally have a bit of a hangover. Ugh. The thing I hate most about hosting parties is sticky floors. That just drives me insane to walk on a sticky floor. Maybe I need some dominatrix to set up a B&D dungeon with syrup all over the floor and spank me and force me to walk around on it. Yes, I am sick.