Temporal Defenestrations

Him: "You know, I'm not really looking for a relationship right now.
Me: "That's ok, can we still fuck around?"

Yesterday was a surprising day of conclusions and relevations. All the events I never blogged about seemed to come to a head. However, because I believe in the linear flow of time, I'm going to go back to the beginning.

Though, yesterday was also a day where I touched my third crocodilian species since arriving here, and I had a Carpet Python crawling around on my head. Go ahead, look it up.

Anyway, the post that seemed to horrify my neighbor's friend. At the time, I considered it a pretty good accomplishment. Frankly, I still do. But I didnt rest on my laurels. The realization finally came to me: One of the best parts of sex is the ego boost. Despite never being the sex-craving fiend that some boys seem to be, I liked the self-gloating and very much wanted another hit. In yet another way, Australia has made me a worse person.

I returned to Carden, because outside of The Beat, this is the only known collection of gay people. Basically, I hit on anyone who walked through the door, even the lesbians. People responded, flirted back. I felt like the weight of my head might break my clavicle.

One boy who I knew was into me invited me to a party. I openly flirted with another boy in front of someone I'd already hooked up with. I invited yet another boy to come with me to the first boy's party. I was being cruel and self-centered again, and relishing it.

But, perhaps karma exists. At college bar that friday, three days after the A&P dinner and one day after I'd been a shameless flirt, a girl came up to me. Now, until this point in bar, I'd been hitting on a straight guy. I didnt know he was straight until it came up in conversation, but I pressed on. He seemed flexible, and I was feeling above my station in boldness lately. The crowd was small, but all bunched up against the bar. I'm pretty sure everyone heard her.

"So, who was that bloke leaving your room the other night?"