#202

I discovered just today that #202 was not simply #201‘s flatmate: they were in fact in a relationship. This causes the plot to thicken just that little bit more, but there’s not a whole lot I can say about the incident, seeing as I don’t remember it. #202 was American, in possibly her mid- to late forties, and I think we got on okay at the dinner party. I don’t know how come we kissed.

I like to imagine that I then took it upon myself to leave, rather than getting ejected or anything awkward. After all, I had somewhere else to be. The night wasn’t over yet, even if by rights I should have passed out in the gutter around this point.

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~ by Nine on 15 February 2010.

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