I think I’m finally starting to establish a group of friends out here in L.A. Well, I was anyway. I did my typical thing recently where I fall off the radar completely for a few weeks and just ignore everyone. But! That’s irrelevant. We were all hanging out in Silverlake a couple of weeks ago, (the fucking hipster capital of the world) and I was very proud of myself because I didn’t get too drunk and do anything stupid that would make me want to punch myself in the stomach over the next day. One of the guys’ drove me back to my car at the end of the night. I don’t know him too well because like I said, this is a sort of budding, newly established friend circle, but he and I have good “friend chem” and while yes, I would say I’m somewhat attracted to him, I could easily go on, just being strictly platonic friends.
He caught me off guard when, almost in the middle of our conversation, he boldly moved closer to me and said, “I want to see what you kiss like.” I think I might have laughed out loud because it was so honest and such a “friend” way to start kissing. I didn’t object because how could I? It was such a hilariously awesome way to initiate a kiss, so I had to just go with it.
That’s the end of my story. Nothing too insane happened after that. We kissed for a minute, and then just continued conversing and hanging out. At one point he did say, “It’s weird that I want to fuck you and talk to you.” Which also made me laugh out loud. Obviously, with boys these two notions do not always go hand in hand.
Dear Single Life,
Thanks for all of the great/awkward/hilarious/fucked-up/hot/unexpected experiences.