I got talked into meeting up with some Australian passing through the city. I did in my attempts to be less of a pining shut-in.
It lead to such making out that I am pretty sure my lips are bruised.
First proper kissing of a non-Shitlord in the almost six years since the cheerful idiot with the wolf "spirit animal" tattoo at a friends house-warming.
Also. being kissed by someone who was clearly interested in doing it made me realise how long it has been since Shitlord had kissed me with that much passion. Another sign I should have noticed that things weren't good. I mean, it was not like things were chaste but I had forgotten what that sort of passion directed at me felt like.
Downside: the Australian is question, while very attractive and having a fullness of beard I will never be able to match, was 22.
I am also jealous of how his chest and back hair came up above his t-shirt collar and pretty much just ran continuously into his beard and hair. I know a lot of people are against that much fur but I would love to be that hairy - so I could fake masculinity without having to even pantomime it....
Nice end to a day that was otherwise just Pokemon, YouTube and making slow cooker stew in the middle of summer.
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