November 16, 2002

I spent the entire evening tonight flirting with a fellow guest in D.R.’s vacation home while knowing the whole time that, even if he wanted to have sex (which I wasn’t sure of), we couldn’t because there are simply too many of us here to manage it discreetly.

Why do I do this to myself?

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