Another goodbye

There's not much time to talk, but we share an embrace and a quick kiss. Another goodbye.

Our last night

I'm not sure at what time I decided R was actually ignoring me, and that it wasn't my paranoid imagination. This would be our last night together most likely, and she had barely spoken to me all night. I felt like a third wheel. When the Buffalo turned into a softcore strip club, herself and H went outside in protest. I grabbed my jacket, joining them to tell them I was going home. They didn't appear to hear me though, and went back inside. Not sure what to do, I began to note my thoughts on my phone, something I haven't been angsty enough to do for quite some time.

The Irish Exit... I think it might something performed for attention. Leave in the hope that someone (or anyone) will miss you. But you drunkenly miscalculate. Nobody notices, and deep down you knew they wouldn't. All you want to do is go home and wallow in self-pity.

But she did notice. She explained that she just wanted to spend tonight with H. Why invite me at all? Maybe this is how J felt after Mui Ne. All I wanted was a moment with her to myself. One to savour and remember. Maybe I'll see her again, maybe I won't. I wonder if it was all a plan of hers - to intentionally drive me away. Act like an arsehole, make separation less painful? Maybe she does this often, and I'm just some guy. Maybe I should just avoid the holiday romances for the last few weeks.

We hugged tightly, a fond embrace, and goodnight.

R

We must have sat there for an hour, sharing little details of our lives with each other. Her parents are psychology professors. I forget that she's only 22, she hasn't had a serious boyfriend yet. She's in my lap, we kiss and hold each other.

Nice kiss

A little while later, R says she's heading to bed. I accompany her upstairs, where we kiss, but K is already asleep on her bed, so nothing further happens. Nice kiss though.

Melbourne

We compare the 'European' girl stereotype with the British one. Irish girls suffer from repressed sexual guilt caused by Catholicism. Drunken conversations are always fun.