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azurelunatic) wrote1997-11-25 07:42 pm
azurelunatic) wrote1997-11-25 07:42 pm
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971125.1942, Tue
Shawn just today realized that he never called in the middle of dinner. I laughed at him. Shawn is going after DC, and she’s letting him. I don’t, however, think that Shawn realizes that she is leading him around by the nose already. She’s going to make a big fool of him and he’s going to deserve it, too. He’s going to enjoy it at first…
The gender difference between Shawn and me is becoming less apparent. I’m "one of the guys" now. He walked through the guys’ locker room to leave. I had to walk through the ladies’ locker room. Hilarious.
Up at UAF, I leaned against Shawn when he was sitting on the windowsill. My chest squished up against his leg. He informed me politely of this, and I politely apologized. This led to a discussion of whether squeezing the breasts of another woman was appealing to me. (Duh!!) I said that of course it was, as he should well remember. The conversation was sidetracked as Rob realized that I was bisexual. Yes, it indeed was one of my ex-girlfriends, but not the Lady E. "Remember the swim team cheer?" I asked him. (Part of the lead-in to the conversation was how Shawn didn’t know how women managed with breasts. I mentioned that yes, they were sometimes a pain, like if someone stepped on your nipple. Rob looked very pained, and explained to Shawn that it would be as if someone had stepped on just the tip of— Shawn looked pained as well.) Shawn recalled the odd incident. He wondered what the difference was between squeezing someone else’s breasts and squeezing your own. He then thought of women squeezing their own breasts, and so on. I informed him that I grew out of being obsessed with that by about fifteen. There’s still the occasional interest, but narcissism is far less satisfying than someone else touching you.
Shawn just today realized that he never called in the middle of dinner. I laughed at him. Shawn is going after DC, and she’s letting him. I don’t, however, think that Shawn realizes that she is leading him around by the nose already. She’s going to make a big fool of him and he’s going to deserve it, too. He’s going to enjoy it at first…
The gender difference between Shawn and me is becoming less apparent. I’m "one of the guys" now. He walked through the guys’ locker room to leave. I had to walk through the ladies’ locker room. Hilarious.
Up at UAF, I leaned against Shawn when he was sitting on the windowsill. My chest squished up against his leg. He informed me politely of this, and I politely apologized. This led to a discussion of whether squeezing the breasts of another woman was appealing to me. (Duh!!) I said that of course it was, as he should well remember. The conversation was sidetracked as Rob realized that I was bisexual. Yes, it indeed was one of my ex-girlfriends, but not the Lady E. "Remember the swim team cheer?" I asked him. (Part of the lead-in to the conversation was how Shawn didn’t know how women managed with breasts. I mentioned that yes, they were sometimes a pain, like if someone stepped on your nipple. Rob looked very pained, and explained to Shawn that it would be as if someone had stepped on just the tip of— Shawn looked pained as well.) Shawn recalled the odd incident. He wondered what the difference was between squeezing someone else’s breasts and squeezing your own. He then thought of women squeezing their own breasts, and so on. I informed him that I grew out of being obsessed with that by about fifteen. There’s still the occasional interest, but narcissism is far less satisfying than someone else touching you.