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No More AIDS

all girls have to do is rub it inside their vaginas (or mouths or bums) and it stops them giving or taking away. It’s kind of like KY jelly but with added amazing, life-saving powers

But I'd still like to believe in the virtue of consideration when people sleep with each other.

I've only ever had one one night stand. I suppose it's just one of those things everyone will do at some point in their lives, and I really didn't see the point in it. It was retarded. Period.

Anyway, I flirted with the regular drummer at Harry's last night when he guest stared at Jazz at Southbridge . I was bored, and Mr. Big hadn't messaged me then, so I thought, what the hell, and wrote my number on a piece of card. I was planning to slip it into his hand just as I passed him, but he chatted me up anyway (I vaguely remember the conversation, it had "You're a very attractive woman" in it. Because I'm such a narcissist, that's about the only bit I remember. And that he was from New York. And had been living in Singapore for nearly a decade now), He asked for my number. And I slipped it into his hand. Anyway.

I did so want to go out with Mr. Grant though, but he's in Brunei. I would have died of neurosis if he hadn't messaged me back when I asked him out (again!) last night. I guess I like him a great deal huh?

My girlfried's sister says he looks like a geek.
But I'm a geek too. So there.
I like Antony Burgess, Star Wars, and being called slut in binary.