Last night I danced opposite
It was great to see arkady and together we pointedly ignored the drunken trendies and danced to 'Rain' by The Cult and 'Late Bar' by Duran Duran and all that sort of thing. Was good. Haven't worn a corset in too long; this morning my ribcage is sulking. Never mind, I looked good. Dave, the DJ, certainly thought so.
I can perfectly forgive his playing 'Closer' by NIN followed by 'Sex Dwarf' by Leaether Strip - two songs he always played for me because he knew they made my head explode and he liked to watch me dance to them - followed by 'I Don't Love You Anymore' by Wolfsheim. I'm sure that was an accident of fate and nothing more.
But coming over and going on, pointedly, about his girlfriend, girlfriend girlfriend met-the-parents girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend, for twenty minutes, and then at the end of the night going on about how gorgeous I looked and how good it was to see me again and how much he'd missed me and how much he'd liked watching me dance...less accidental, I feel. Argh. I've still got such strong feelings for him, and by the look of it (you had to be there, but if you'd seen the way he was looking at me - well, I don't usually notice these things, but we were in Big Fucking Neon Sign territory here) he still has relatively strong feelings for me. And we were dancing. And, and. Argh.
That aside it was a good night, a bit too much Strange Music With Guitars for me, but lovely to see neuromantik and bounce around the dancefloor for a while. Tired now - you have no idea how tired - but I have to tidy the house before dad gets here, so I'll go and do that.