Saturday was the party. Everyone was there. Fifteen people smoking in the garage, half a dozen spilled over the front steps and shoulder-to-shoulder thoughout the house. The Plan didn't quite go as expected. I brought S and she was talking with E for almost the whole party. That part of the plan is working quite well. However, I got distracted. Their new roommate, who moved into the space I was considering, seemed to take a liking to me. He accosted me onto his cheetah-print bed and I woke up the next morning fully clothed in my jeans and t-shirt. Everyone knows where I slept that night - the funny thing is that all I did was sleep.

At one point Dave came up to me and held onto my face and tells me that God he loves me still so much. And I succomb to one steamy kiss and then escape to distribute homebaked cookies. He's never going to get over me... it's been what five years now? Christ.

S asked me where I ended up that night and I tell her. "Really him? OK now I really have no idea what your Type is." Good, because I don't have a type.

Last night Dan invited me out for drinks and then we went back to his place to rustle up some capital P. I made him all sniffly with all my post-work mouse dander. Our arrangement, our rules... the way he kisses my nose makes me think that sometime the rules might change. Or maybe that's just me hoping.

I can't believe that it's still there, green and sparkling, after the snow has come and gone.