azurelunatic | (no subject)

The soda-can joke has become habitual. One of these days, a day when I'm wearing a black shirt and am not doing anything special, I do expect that Darkside will finally follow through on the threats and actually pour some down my cleavage. Today he talked about putting the wrapper from his granola bar down the front of my shirt. At least you don't have to retrieve soda from down the cleavage, you just have to mop it up.

Today I made interesting noises at Neighbor. Ron, who was there, looked curious. "You don't want to know," I told him.

This has become code for things happening between me and Darkside. DeVry's general policy on student relationships is "Don't ask, don't tell." Plausible deniablity, basically. If things between two students becomes a matter of suit, DeVry's teachers don't want anything to do with it, because if they heard about it when it was a functional relationship (if ever it was), they could wind up getting in some hot water. Or something. Ron was vague.

Unfortunately, it was the less cheerful, but more hopeful, kind of "you don't want to know". The fact that Darkside and I can have upsets, and cool down afterwards and still be close, is speaking well for our long-term viability as friends.