From: llama@tramp.cc.utexas.edu (sine nomine)
Newsgroups: alt.angst
Subject: Re: My New Year's Eve
Date: 3 Jan 93 20:27:14 GMT
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okay, this looks like a fun topic. maybe i can be as judgmental of
men's appearances as men can be of women's, too.

actually, it was a pretty cool evening. there were three or four
parties around town i knew of, but none i wanted to go to. the last
three years i've done the party thing, but this year i just couldn't
get into it.

so my adopted younger sister diana decides we should spend the evening
together. okay, cool. i mean, she's fun to spend time around and it
gives me something to do besides talk to my housemate's dog. she
picks me up in the morning and we take her computer to the shop,
wander around a mall while it's being fixed, grab some lunch. when we
get back to her house, her friend chris calls. his girlfriend's not
coming home today after all; can he and his friend from arizona come
over and hang with us?

the last time i saw chris, you have to understand, was after a
halloween party at which i got utterly wasted and ended the evening by
puking over a railing in the rain. not what you'd call a good
impression. but he was willing to give me a second chance (surprising,
since the events of that night are mostly a blank and from what i've
heard since then, it's best they stay that way). so he and his friend
(another chris) show up.  chris2 reads the stuff i have on diana's
computer and makes lots of nice comments.  somehow hearing it from a
stranger makes me feel better. he's 22, kinda cute, nice hair. he's on
a diet, too. turns out we've both lost about 30 and have about 20 to
go. the conversation is a lot of fun and when we go out for burgers
we're being weird enough to get some "it can't be *that* funny" looks.

the plan for the evening is to go to my house, listen to music, bake
cookies, build a fire, talk, just kind of exist. nothing elaborate,
though diana does have some new legal high she wants me to try with
her. turns out it's legal for good reason -- the few hours of mild
buzz and spacy feeling do not compensate for the 15 minutes of
nausea. 

the first thing i do when we get to my house (after locking up the
damned dog) is change clothes. up until this point, i'd been wearing
jeans that are four sizes too big and an oversized sweater,
effectively hiding the fact that i'd lost 30 pounds since halloween.
so i change into leggings and a different oversized sweater.

amazing the difference a few ounces of spandex-cotton blend can make.
chris2, who'd been neutral all night, started following me around the
house like a lost puppy. we were having a surprising amount of fun,
talking, laughing, playing with items from diana's collection of trip
toys (koosh wars!), eating cookies and drinking champagne. then chris1
and diana went to play with lightsticks in the hallway, away from the
light of the fireplace. chris2 sat by me on the couch, his feet in my
lap. when chris1 and diana came back in and turned on mtv so they
could watch the ball drop, i went to the kitchen for some water and he
followed me.

"i feel comfortable with you," he said. "it's strange."  

"i could make you uncomfortable," i answered, "but it's hardly worth
the ego damage."

when i refused to explain, he leaned forward and kissed me. a slow,
thorough kiss that got more intense until i had my back against a wall
and he was biting my neck. when he suggested we go to my room... well,
you know.

so now chris1 thinks i'm evil (he brings his *best friend* over to my
house and i screw the guy), diana is vaguely disappointed, chris2 has
gone back to scottsdale (actually, i'm glad about that part) and i'm
left wondering if it was a good thing or not. but it was fun, it felt
good, and i wanted to. and he started it. which is what i intend to
tell chris1 if he ever speaks to me again. sigh.

--
sine | deb
it made up for the blind date being so fucking *boring*