I spent the wee hours of Saturday morning making out with a kid I only know by his first name. By wee hours, I mean the gap of time between 3am and 6am. Yeah, my lips hurt the next day a little bit...
I discovered today he is in his late 20s, which is way better than the barely-21 I thought he was. And it started over a drunken conversation about Russia invading Georgia. I remember -- through the haze -- thinking, I don't know what the hell he's saying, but he sure is smart! And suddenly I was drawn to him. I have a strong thing for smarties+cuties. Especially after a night of beer drinking.
During the whole operation, his hat came off several times and I remember I was startled to see his hair. I still haven't figured out why I had that reaction.
Overall, it was a heck of a lot of fun. I've text-messaged him a rematch challenge. He's in my phone as "_ _ _ _ _ from the party."
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