Was brazen hussy at party on Saturday night.
Alcohol-FREE brazen hussy. Flirted, teased and charmed and when was time to leave, had male acquaintance in tow. And when arrived at my apartment with case of beer, had no intentions of it being anymore than an after party cocktail hour and was hoping that said male acquaintance was of the same mindset. Luckily, he was, indeed. Somehow, though, cocktail hour turned into chilling on comfy couch, talking-for-hours-until-sun-came-up marathon. And when finally pried self from couch to figure out the time, kitchen clock said half past eleven. So, made waffles, took nap on couch with male acquaintance and finally shooed him out the door by late afternoon when J was supposed to stop by. (And actually have no idea if J did stop by as finished off pint of Ben and Jerry's and fell asleep. )
Was all v. bizarre as have known said boy for nearly two years and never really more than passed few moments of party-related chat with him. And as sun rose thought to self, "Self, this is v. strange." Nice, of course, though, to spend entire night with boy who had no ulterior motives.
V. nice indeed.