The nigth I went to wath Expendables 2 (this post has nothing to do with the film)

Dear Diary,

 

What can I say about last night?

 

I went to see expendables 2 with my friends.Then we went to a club, then we met up with a group of new people we didn't know, got talking. Some flirting was involved between parties, suddenlty I got mocked cos a comment about how I like some men sexually and then lots of weird biphobia came out with a girl that had gay friends. I didn't like that. I don't like when my sexuality is the topic of discussion either.

 

I talked with two notable lovely women. One was apparently a computer scientist/user experience psychologist who had a skill set of a spy. In addition she was utterly sardonic about one of my friends, which I found attractive. Later that night we ended up with a group consisting of a couple gay guys and two girls, some very strange turn of events led to us being invited to their place, we (me and two others, the others went home of my group) stayed for a while and, I got one of the girl's numbers, she seemed very keen on seeing us as a group again. I have been thinking about her since the morning, perhaps because I saw Foucault in her book shelf, and the Bell Jar.

|If I see any Sylvia Plath on someone's bookshelf or know that they like her work, I almost immediately like them by default. I almost feel that if someone read that book I don't need to repeat myself about 'my story'. I was Esher Greenwood for a while. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe I'm reading too much into hoping that I'll hear back from her.

One thing I thought of when I was going home was that this kind of adventure was exaclty what I wanted when I was at uni. That was the kind of life of spontenaity and socialising with the opposite sex and same age group that I really missed. I really wanted fun random times with other people, with a good gorup of friends, meeting new people and so forth. Maybe I can make up for it now. I can still have fun random times. I can make up for being a massive nerd. I did get a compliment from a gay guy. I told him that I have no idea how to cope with compliments, because, I've never had them. I think he thought that was cute. I thought it was anxiety.

 

I'm off to a family party today. I'm still hunger. The trick is to pretend not to be.