While we were sitting there, this random guy sits down next to us. I don't know why he chose us, but this guy was adorable. He was totally cute, with a sweater, and just looking good. I was sick of Gib, and at that point I wanted nothing to do with him, so I grabbed this guy's leg under the table, and he just smiled. We ended up ditching Gib for the dancefloor. We talked and danced, and I found out a bit about him. His name is Brent. He's 24, older than I generally go for but that's what exceptions are for, right? He goes to Humboldt State University up in Northern California, and he is down in San Francisco for the weekend with a friend. We danced a lot, and eventually we went outside so he could smoke. I didn't though! I'm proud of myself. But while we were out there, I just grabbed him and kissed him. He didn't seem to mind, and tongues quickly explored each other. He was hot, and a decent kisser (I suck at kissing, but I'm learning). We went back in and danced a bit, and I kissed him a few more times, and it was awesome. Of course, neither one of us had a pen for numbers, but I told him to meet me at Gilman St. tonight. I'm really hoping he shows. It would make me really happy and make me feel good about myself if he does. He's adorably cute, and sexy. That sounds bad, but it's true. I'm proud of myself. I ended up driving him and his friend to Fort Mason so they could get to the youth hostel, and we kissed goodbye, and he said he'd try and go to Gilman tonight. I didn't get home until about 3:30, so that makes a total of three hours of sleep last night, so if I'm rambling, that's why. Anyway, it was fun, and he is hot, and I also talked to Conrad a little bit, and he was looking good too. Alas, he's straight, but so what. He was nice. It was a good night, and I'm really hoping for tonight.