Luckily, when I shut down my okc I saved all my mails from Joe, so I know the exact date of that first woo (April). (And I am reminded of how I ranted to you about what a dick he was during those weeks after I met him in person. hee.) He specifically picked Flag Day for me to move in, which was goofy at the time, but comes in handy now for remembering!
Definitely harder to pinpoint with you and Hans, since he was "the boy at 80s night" for quite awhile.
Yeah, I can't even remember how much time passed between that first time I kissed him on the dancefloor and when he told me "I am going home.. I'm not opposed to you following me." Considering I went through all of that time thinking "That LOOKS like that hot boy I made out with, but he was much taller. Must be someone else."
Actually, I went through old myspace messages and it appears it was June 12 that I took him up on his passive aggressive invitation. Wow..
Really? It seems like you were already fairly entangled with Hans before I left CT? I know you were making out and stuff, but...I guess I'm confusing your time living in li'l haus as Hans time. Though, come to think of it - you guys escalated to living together pretty fast!!
Container ships head up the Bosphorus in a line toward the Black Sea, ferries criss-cross from Europe to Asia, summer's over like an ex-girlfriend you know you'll never see again. Of course I look at that title above and it hurts. But thinking of you anyway, alone in an office tower looking out. A year ago, some good times. It's bitter, all this, just a bad joke.
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Definitely harder to pinpoint with you and Hans, since he was "the boy at 80s night" for quite awhile.
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Actually, I went through old myspace messages and it appears it was June 12 that I took him up on his passive aggressive invitation. Wow..
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In the States. You in the States. We party. Oh yeah. :)
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