Ok, so it didn’t make it to 1000 nights. But it was long by most standards.
After 756 nights, i had sex.
Well, still thinking about the point of it all. With someone who did not want to exchange numbers with me. Whose name i could not really catch. In a drunken stupor. Someone whom i could possibly run into in the future but have no idea how to react when and if it happens. If we recognise each other at all that is.
There i was thinking i just might do it next with someone i was dating, with whom i could possibly be in a relationship. Yet, it was random and mindless. I could say i was drunk … but i know it was a conscious decision. My self-esteem has been dipping further slowly, and perhaps this was a way to make myself feel worthy of some attention.
Except those who saw the partner in crime (not in action of course!) said he wasnt cute. Do they not realise Cute is not an option for me? (sidenote: i thought the guy was cute actually)
On the bright side, his flatmate (who wasnt in) had a really cute dog! If anything, i remember stroking the dog more than stroking the guy! This was a supremely easygoing dog who did not bark when i walked in (bad guard dog!). I know the next bit sounds pathetic but bear with me … after i was dressed and about to leave, the dog kept tugging at me and i just sat at the door of that guy’s room patting the dog for a good few minutes. When he walked out after a while, think he must have been so freaked out.
Anyway, there ends another spell.
Start of another i guess.