squeal, giggle and other stupid teenage girl noises. i feel like a preteen and i am acting like one and i don't care, because he's so cute, and he's so aloof and he's so going to be mine. we're exactly the same, we love our wine and our women and our trashy pop music, we love our books and our work and the chase of sex. i don't think i'd have drank so much last night had you been with me, and i had someone to kiss and wander blindly with. i like the way you put no effort into anything except kissing; like you were put on the earth to sweep womwen off their feet with your kissing. it's endearing, but you're ridiculous, and sometimes i want to tell you not to try as hard, you freeze up a little and i'd rather you just did it languidly...we'll work on it someday. for now, maybe just come over, okay? otherwise i may need to have someone else over.