From the turning and fleeing that time, I figured you'd die of embarrassment if someone actually suggested anything. I mean, all I did was wear a man's shirt at you. *grins*
*nods* Yep, just that. Because it was obviously Not My Shirt, and even more obviously A Man's Shirt, I must have been having Teh Sex. And that's what overheated our supergenius.
Do you ever stop to think that not everyone's as casual as you about stuff? Do you ever stop to think, period? Some of us haven't yet become accustomed to the post-fucking hall wanderings. Wasn't exactly covered in the admissions packet. Excuse me for a little goddamn awkwardness.
If you think me wandering around the halls in a bloke's shirt is awkward, then you're bloody lucky you weren't here when I first arrived and my two ways of dealing with people were to either be bitcy at them or come onto them. I like to think a nice conversation in the hallway (and we were doing pretty well up until the Shirt part) was progress for me, but since you had no way of knowing, I don't hold it against you. No more teasing. Just don't break something in the scramble to avoid me in the halls, hey?
Look, it's apparently a pretty open attitude here on those things. Not something I'm used to, or really sure I'm comfortable with. No judgements other than that.
And before you make the "Oh, a Texan" comment, as far as I'm concerned, they can pave the Alamo, piss on Sam Houston's grave, and turn the whole place into one big oil field.
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where did I put my Ziggy Stardust costume?
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Besides, I didn't do an... Fuck gotta go.
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you're just sex-obsessed.
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And before you make the "Oh, a Texan" comment, as far as I'm concerned, they can pave the Alamo, piss on Sam Houston's grave, and turn the whole place into one big oil field.
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