kissing strangers

I decided recently that I haven’t made out with enough boys in Australia – and so a great night out with Carlie at the Sands Tavern was made even better when I got to kiss someone whom I’d recently dreamt had kissed me. Not that I even really knew him or anything I’d only met him a couple times in passing, never really talking to him but that didn’t stop me from having a dream about him kissing me. The dream kiss was very nice and I wondered what it would actually be like. Then I saw him at the bar.

I didn’t go to the bar to find someone to kiss, I find when you go somewhere with the intention of doing something often you end up disappointed, but I thought it would be nice. I had just pretty much given up on the idea of finding a nice boy to kiss when Phil came up and told me to show him my dance moves. We got close fast and before I knew it we were making out on the dance floor – until Carlie & company dragged us out of the bar.

He wanted me to come back to the YHA but I didn’t really want to so he ended up coming back to mine and we continued to make out on the picnic table, against the wall, against the pillar… then went up to the TV room and cuddled and made out and kept each other warm for the rest of the night.

He seems like a good guy, he walked me home from the bar and we got a chance to chat. I think he’s young though but really cute. I don’t know if I’ll see him again, I didn’t get his number and he didn’t get mine. I’m not sure if he would have but I kind of told him last night that I had to work in the morning and that was why I couldn’t go back to the YHA with him so instead of cuddling on the couch with him and keeping him warm all morning I thought that I should probably carry through with my lie and ‘go to work’ at 6:30.

I kind of want to see him again but I think it’s more for some male companionship than that I’m really that into him.