What a guy!

Never mind, I had a lovely time and can't be arsed to worry about people who aren't around. MM pulled me onto his lap and nuzzled my neck, thinking he could carry on from where we left off last time, and he referred to our "virtual sex" last time in front of the guy who gave me the dope. My friends insisted they never get stoned, but they don't normally laugh that much or sing along to the music that loudly.
It was like I had my own mobile studio audience, every random thing I said was answered with an echo of giggles and they nearly fell off the sofa.
I was so high, at one point I walked into the gazebo and announced: "I can see dead people", making everybody fall silent and spawning rumours of a sceance in the shed. I left, laughing like a drain and people looked really bewildered.

Xfriend and I hardly talked, but it was fine and I danced dirtily with a tall American who was just after me for the grass (and had a beard), a strong black guy and a short Japanese woman. One of my friends was pissed off that a guy she once made out with keeps taking it for granted they will kiss again at every party they bump into one another, and then she saw MM making the moves on me after he'd tried to chat her up... What can you say, people are horny bastards... Nothing wrong with a bit of flirting, but spreading it too thinly will just scream out you don't really mean it.

So anyway, after I woke up at midday I had a call which I didn't answer) and then a text from Frenchy, I replied and got a text from Chubby. Weird.
Frenchy essentially sent me a booty text: "Why do you need to know me? We kissed as strangers and it was magic, so lets make love as strangers. Come to my place at 7pm...(and the address)"
OH DEAR! I would feel like a cheap hooker! But I was tempted, thinking of his hands and his kisses...
He wouldn't let up, and text: "I can be your lover and give you pleasure but dont wanna tell lies", so I asked what he was hiding? He replied: "Nothing. I told u what I want. Fun and hot time together without thinking too much for once..."
So much about brunettes being the thinking man's women! LOL!
I basically said I wouldn't spend any time with anyone, as hungover as I was...(as a reply to his text saying "some people spend 20 years together without knowing one another"- what is he suggesting, a love-less marriage based on emotionless fucking?)

Samantha popped over with my stuff from her flat, told me about her holidays with Mr Not-Quite-Right-but-great-in-bed-and-would-make-a-superb-dad and urged me to go over to Frenchy's house. But really, who does he think I am!? Which is ironic really, because I would have loved to go over and just be wild and wanton. It is slightly different though in the cold light of a sober day...

Chubby's text was really cute, saying "helloooo baby, had a superb weekend" and so on... I asked him when he would be coming to London, but he doesn't have any plans unless I help him to make some. As if. I think I saw him on a poster on the tube with 2 women in some phone advert, at least it looks like him. He is simply too big without his clothes, and he might be expecting to take them off again, but no way Jose!

After I text Frenchy I won't be coming over cos I'd feel sleazy (did that kind of thing before and regretted it...) I turned my phone off so he couldn't call me. Surprise though, he didn't even try! Or at least he hasn't left a message.

Now the term is starting again I guess I will have to concentrate on studying, anyway and not on dating random guys who think I'm (sl)eazy!