Hello, Xanga! Let me begin by saying sorry for the delay between posts, but I've been busy with life and feeling rather unmotivated as of late. So, anyway...yeah.  Let me begin...

So, Saturday night I attended what promised to be a great Halloween party. And it was. There were easily over a hundred people in this huge mountain cabin. Everyone was all dressed and liquored up. The music was decent (no Tupac) and eye candy aplenty. There was even a stripper pole...and it got plenty of use from drunkards of both sexes. I was dressed as Caesar and I was drinking conservatively. Not that I didn't know most of the people there, but there were also plenty of people I didn't know. I just kept my guard up. Old habits and all.

Anyway, there were several fights towards the end of the night...liquid courage and all. Somehow, I was always asked to break it up. I knew the host well, and also the people involved in the fights, so I did. But while breaking up one of the fights, I got more than I bargained for! I grabbed a guy by the arm and a fistful of his shirt and proceeded to escort him outside. He was fighting me the whole way. Once we made it outside, I let him go. He started to come back towards me, so I grabbed him by the neck with my left hand and got ready to give this drunk ass the goodnight blow with my right. Before I did, I told him to leave or I was gonna be forced to give him a beat down. He said, "Ah, homie. No, I don't want any shit with you. There's nothing but love here." As he said this he gave me what I thought was gonna be the regular drunken hug. I humored him. That is until he kissed me on the neck.

I mean, it wasn't a prolonged, tongue involved, seductive kiss...but it was a kiss none the less. And what happened to him next was just reflex, I swear. Yeah, it was quite the experience.