everyone's always like "i'm so awkward! i'm so shy!" and then they get thrown into a crowd of people and put on a social face so easily and so well, it's uncanny.
i am back in philly, i probably won't get back to the thread, maybe if there's something worth replying to. (EDIT: i went through all six pages of it and no, there isn't. and no, laser printer, no one reads what you write, go to hell.)
a friend is staying over. he asked if he could the day i got back so, so much for peace and quiet, but he hates his family and has nowhere else to go.
well since i'm me, let's roll right into the sex. he told me about how him and this guy he knows found massage parlors in chinatown where they uh the euphemism he used was "give happy endings." but it's not actual sex, he says. though they offer that too.
these guys are those too-nice guys with uncool haircuts who wear striped polos and glasses and are very clever, and rather too thin, and try to hone their pickup skills by reading scientific articles about pheromones.
i didn't know about these places in chinatown. i wonder how many other rich college guys buy prostitutes? i didn't think that happened in this century.
regardless, i wouldn't do it (i say publicly) no really i wouldn't--exclusively for sex; i'd prefer the conversation. all holden-caulfield-esque. rock those hipster glasses.
i don't see the point when there are people begging to be boned for free. it's a matter of frugality, really, questionable human rights aside.
my friend is determined to find the girl of his dreams. it's kind of sad. i don't think she's all she's cut out to be, frankly, whoever she is.