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Oh and I wanted to tell you about the last 2 Fridays I had. They were quite fun. Not to mention almost identical. Identical also in all my mistakes.
1) I raced my lecturer in beer drinking. A video might follow.
2) I lost to my lecturer all three times we drank.
3) Acted like an utter fool at the end of the evening.
4) Felt endlessly, completely, godly happy. I can't even describe that feeling. I was as if I would be flying.

Those are the things that were the same in both Fridays. One Friday I watched guys re-animate bar-fights in the 12th century or so, the other one I was holding my laughter as I met up with my ex-boyfriend. I was really young and funny. I danced, I danced with both girls and boys, I met my love of my life (she has shifted, so weird) and then he came along.
The first Friday.
I didn't expect to see him ever in that place. But there he was, strolling past me as he pleased. Damn, I froze and my jaw dropped open. Well, there is some kind of unfairness in the world and I got it right there.
Well, as charmed as I was, I didn't leave him alone the whole evening, only for the moments when I danced with other people. Damn me. Seriously. Oh, wait, this might be one of the punishments of my damnation. Then, hell, thanks, you achieved what you wanted.
And the next Friday I invited, he came out with us and again, I failed at being cool with his presence. I was like a fucking tick.
I am so sad sometimes.

But he does make me feel endlessly happy.