spelling... again

ok. so 16 days into 2009 and i've had a couple of pecks (all on new year's eve, one gay guy and several women so they all don't count) and one real kiss.

the women and the pecks were part of the bet from 2008. we are not stupid enough to make another one for new year's eve 2010. cos i'm sure it would upgrade from pecks to french kissing.

anyway. i was driving home from my cousins a few weeks ago and all of a sudden this insane realisation hit me out of nowhere that i really missed my best friend, L's, house birthday parties. she hadn't had one in years. god, they were good. i have literally thousands of good memories of her house parties. even the messiest of drunken moments i thought of fondly. L. has such a beautiful mix of people in her life that her parties are just awesome.

anyway, i was getting off the freeway and i buzzed her to see if i could come past. it was 12.30 but she's completely nocturnal. i'm going so way off on a tangent here. i'll summize: i went to her house, she coincidentally asked me if i could help her make her facebook invitation to her house birthday party she was planning to have, happy happy joy joy, took the day off to help her clean, i'm going to totally omit the part of the night where i wrecked it for myself by inviting my assehole of a cousin... fast forward to the second my cousin leaves the party.

i walked right up to a guy who had been trying to pick me up all night but i was so not up for anything in front of my cousin. i was totally drunk; i went right up to him like it was a catwalk, he was sitting on a chair in a circle cos a bunch of them were listening to one of the guys play guitar. wordlessly, i sat on his lap, wrapped my arm around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. he silently placed one hand on my knees and wrapped the other around my waist... not my butt, my waist. we sat and listened to our friend playing for ages like that. every now and then he would hug me tight, then relax. we were both totally drunk but not being inappropriate in any way.

he very politely asked me if i smoked. i said no (amazingly, cos for some reason my drunkedness usually results in me smoking like a chimney despite that fact that i am 100% a non smoker when i'm sober!) He faltered... stalled... hung around me not knowing what to say, then asked me if i would like to go out the front with him while he had a cigarette.

the reason i'm going on about this is that, despite the alcohol, he was lovely. there was no doubt that we had both drunk enough to make almost comatose... but he was nicer than any other guy that's tried to pick me up sober in ages.

i went out the front with him and he just hugged me. he didn't even smoke, now that i think about it. i told him i didn't want to kiss him. he didn't try. kept his lips dangerously close to mine.

the only reason i told him i didn't want to kiss him is that i know that i really wanted to, and i knew the kiss would be wasted cos i was plastered.

we were outside for ages. i was beginning to sober up. he was too. and we kissed. and it was, of course, better than any drunk kiss i've ever had, not that i've had many drunk. but... it was better than a sober kiss too. it was absolutely awesome. i truly lost myself.

shit a brick. i totally forgot about my amazing point to this kiss story. i think i just got caught up thinking about it, sitting here, day dreaming.

hmm.

when i remember i'll do another post. in the meantime

oh i remember! i'm so bloody dumb - it's in my title.

ok - so this guy was polite. and intelligent. and cute. and had a very good job. and was a gentleman.

we added one another on facebook.

and he wrote on my wall.

his post includes the following words: lolz, hugzz (that's right, two z's), ma (instead of my) and... wait for it... sumfin.

i facebook stalked him a bit. checked out his wall. read the last comment he'd made on a friend's photo of her son. a few lines, short and sweet, every single word spelt correctly. perfect.

so why do people write like that? is it a facade?

and then i critiqued that way i wrote. do i ensure that every single word is perfect, that there is never a mistake with grammar for the same reason.

me and the guy from the party - we were very similar. and attracted to one another. we could talk to one another. etc etc etc. but he spells like that.

so i have to become a better person. i need to see past it. i need to.