I'm so confused! Last night, at Jennifer's party, there was this guy (sound familiar? haha), and we kind of hit it off nicely. His name is Phil, and Phil, if you're reading this, watch out, because after what you did to me last night, Elaine's going to kick your ass!!!

So anyway, it was an odd thing. He was drunk, I was tired and needed physical contact (mitch just wasn't cutting it, even though he usually squelches any male needs I have :p), and we ended up on Jennifer's couch, just kind of... sitting intimately? I don't know how to phrase this. My english.. it not so good... and I'm joking... Then later, as he was leaving, he asked for my phone number, went off to get a pen, and I never saw him again. Stupid boy.

Now I don't know if I want to ever talk to boys again (though I'm sure I'll have to, and already, I want to talk to a few :p). I've learned my lesson finally... i hope: let the pot-heads alone. They're a waste of energy. Paul, however... frankly, muscles, humour, acoustic guitar-playing, and being incredibly sweet? yeah, no problem! Ah, I talkie you later

---Meghan