I drunkenly kissed someone this weekend.
Just a kiss, nothing more.
She was drunk, too.
But now I’m super-awkward, because I still would like to be friends (we’ve got lost of mutual friends and she seems pretty cool), but I don’t know.
Maybe she won’t remember it.
Maybe she’s not as awkward as I am about stuff like this.
We shall see.
On another note, someone told me this weekend, “You’re the best girl dancer I’ve ever seen.”
My life goal may be complete.