Last night was even stranger. I promised myself I would meet someone, in that way. I ended up meeting Melinda by NYU to go to some cheesy photo party at a bar in the East Village. A bunch of kids had their wierd art up on the walls and we brought our own beer because the drinks there were ridiculously expensive. This boy had his art up, and it impressed me. What impressed me more was the boy's looks. He was hot. A little on the flaming side, but not over the top. Just a bit effeminate. Totally cute. I talked with him a bit, and I ended up buying him a drink, and I even remember his name! Which is saying something, for me. I forget everyone's name. But, no, his name was Grant. I danced a bit, tried to dance with him, but he wasn't particularly interested. He was super sweet though. I'm trying to decide if I was trashed last night though. When I was leaving I asked him for his number, and kissed him on the cheek. I wouldn't have done that sober, but I don't know if I was making a fool out of myself or not. I'm scared to actually call him, considering I'm only going to be here for two more days. I don't really think he was interested, but I really hope so. Even if he does live three and half thousand miles from me, he was gorgeous. I just want a real kiss. I want lips, and maybe a sweet 'goodbye.' I'm not going to get it, but I can still want it without hurting myself. We'll see how it goes. Anyway, I don't have any serious feelings either way, it would just be nice.

I'm proud of myself for doing something at all. I don't usually have the backbone to go out and hit on random guys, and I was seriously hitting on him. It's at least something. Practice I geuss for when I go home. Not to mention the fact that I was hitting on a guy that was definitely not straight. Grant, if I don't call you, you're a sweet guy.