Small talk

(moved from the old diary-type thing)

Heh... it seems to be easier being out now. I just bumped into a couple of old classmates (whom I hadn't seen in years) after Christmas, and we talked a bit about movies. I cracked a joke about Random Hearts, saying that if I went to see it, I wouldn't know whom I'd drool over, Harrison Ford or Kristin Scott-Thomas... and this wasn't a statement, just one little sentence in a movie-related discussion. And I didn't even have to do it consciously.

If only things were this easy at home.

Sex?

(moved from the old diary-type thing)

Wondering about the diary section on these pages... it makes it look like I have no friends, and that my life's totally devoid of sex and everything that incorporates. OK, so it's a bit one-sided. The diary bits also never mention outright how damn naïve I have been... although I think that bit at least can be understood from the text.

OK, well... the truth is a bit different. Of course. I've got friends, good ones. A lot of buddies and acquaintances, too. And friends are much more important than lovers (IMNSHO).

As for sex, it seems my libido is minimal. I don't get edgy or anything if I go without sex for a long time – it's really no big deal. "Overrated, if you ask me." But sure, I get some occasionally. Not one-night stands, though – it's always between friends, and always on the mutual understanding that it won't lead to anything more. I kind of like it that way.

More than actual sex, though, I seem to need someone to sleep with.