I slept ’til past 1pm today. And I slept quite well, which is somewhat surprising knowing that I was coughing as a frantic coughing machine last night. It’s already two weeks after I got over my severe cold, which left me with a cough and a running nose. Both the cough and running nose have stuck with me like family who want a share after you’ve won the jackpot. Though that severe cold of two weeks ago didn’t quite feel like winning a jackpot… o.O .
I’m thinking of going to the doctor for this cough, it isn’t the first time that I had a cough which stuck with me this long after a cold, but certain aspects of this cough do worry me, so tomorrow I’ll be ringing my doctor. The cough didn’t keep me from going out last night with friends from Dito! to a GLB-party called KissKissClub. In contrast with that other GLB-party I went to with them late November, this party yesterday had acceptable music, not great music, but it was okay and I had little problem to dance to it. Although the volume was, when the third dj of the night got his turn, much too loud. I am sort of aware that I have a little bit of hearing damage, so I don’t stand such volumes that long nowadays. It was mostly the bass-tunes that hit the roof last night and with the third dj playing dance music with a lot of bass, he caused that I went home earleir than I would have if his music was more casual with less volume on the bass.
I had a nice night despite all of that though, I danced, talked with some friends, and saw some familiar faces whom I hadn’t seen in a while. There was also a guy, goodlooking I have to say, who sort of flirted with me, but remember I’m lesbian, I don’t do guys. Even if I’d be Bi I’d only do guys to experiment, and that would only be after I’m liberated from certain male bodytraits which still burden me. He was quite kind and gentle, for certain, and I had seen him before at a supermarket where I buy my groceries and where he works at one of the many check-outs. For a guy he is cute, and I wouldn’t mind to get to know him better, but there’s no chance for romance. Maybe I’m to rigid in this, I don’t mind having male friends and being close with them, but there’s a line which (possibly despite the presence of a certain curiosity I have) I will not cross. After being unloved and unkissed for over four years I just don’t want it to be a guy who has the honor to love and kiss me, that’s rigid, isn’t it? Indeed rigid it is, but that’s what makes me a lesbian.