She gave me a party hat.

I was meant to go to the Perth weblog meetup, but I didn’t. Just like last month when I didn’t either. It’s getting to be a little tradition, isn’t it? So here’s why this time:

Thinking that J must have returned from Mandurah, I made a date with her to see Rocky Horror at Sunset Cinema - which only showed last night, unfortunately. So, priorities organised, I ditched the nerd gang and headed over to J’s place. Now - you know I’m not one to kiss and tell, don’t you? Certainly not. But if I don’t get kissed then it’s very much my duty to tell.

When I got there, J was getting into her corset/hot pants/hat Columbia combination (she was The Hotness, but the way). Some of her friends were there too, though not as any particular characters. They did their makeup and I changed into my undershirt/tiny shorts/nerd glasses Brad getup.

Rocky Horror kicked massive butt. There were like a hundred people doing the Timewarp.

Afterward I took J and her friends home. We agreed that we’d had a good time at the show, and should go to the next one at Burswood. Then she sat on the stairs and I sat on the couch and we talked until it was too late. We didn’t kiss, but I was ambushed into a hug before I closed the car door, and sent away with an invitation to her birthday party.

So, I don’t know. It was just like a real relationship, except at the end of the night where you would normally expect the sex bit to happen, it was just me driving home. Or it was like dating for friends.

So I shrug:

And I eat chocolate cake today, and I move on tomorrow. I’m reminded of how it’s easy to say ‘let’s just be friends’ and how much it hurts as well.