"Can I say 7.5?"

"And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light. Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me..."
- Katy Perry, E.T.

I spent the night at Wrecking Ball's for the first time. It was excellent. Usually he just drives me home when we both start to doze off. Sleeping in his arms was absolutely excellent. So comfortable and warm. I think he held me the whole time I was asleep, which was very nice; I've always found it disorienting to fall asleep in someone's arms and then wake up on the other side of the bed. And we - imagine me starting to smile here - went beyond kissing. We didn't have The Sex, but what we did do was nice. I am not going to go into details, mainly because if someone wants those they can ask me. I was kind of nervous, but I think what put me the most at ease was him asking me to let him know if I changed my mind about wanting it. I said the same to him. As for how it was - imagine I'm still smiling.

Interestingly enough, the first person I told was Dance. We aren't the closest of friends, but we have been performing together since the tenth grade and we have been talking more and more with each show that we do. We somehow found out back in January that we had both slept with seven guys, and I joked that we should race to eight - she was interested in someone at the time, and they currently have some sort of complicated not-relationship thing going on. She made it to eight a while back. When I saw her today, I said "I spent the night with him last night. Not eight yet, but... can I say 7.5?" "No," she said laughing. "It's either eight or it isn't." I suppose she's right.

I'm going over to Jewel's tomorrow night. I'm really excited because I don't get to see her nearly as often as I would like.