Then we went back to Cameron's and he and I raided his fridge, and fought over his sesame chicken. But he gave in and let me have some. Bwahahaha. And then I ate a toaster strudel. And a sammich. And some grapes. And a soooooooooda.
...Yeah, I'm fat.
And then we watched TV and Cameron started checking things out online. And apparently, his girlfriend bought crotchless panties or something. Personally, I don't see the point of crotchless panties. The only reason you wear panties is to cover your crotch, and if you just want easy access, go commando and don't waste your money :/ (pet peeve. Plus I find them terribly unattractive, personally, but hey. I don't have to boink the chick.)
Then I got into a slipper fight (like nunchaku :D) and because of the flashing lights I was disoriented and actually hit him in the crotch D: I felt so bad.
And then...we went home. Singing along to Dr. Steel along the way.
Well, that's all kids.
Always remember to be yourself. Unless you suck. : p
EDIT: A couple last minute added thoughts:
Why would one ever date someone they freely admit is of a lesser intelligence than themselves? it sort of seems like that proves there's no mental connection...so wouldn't that mean you're just in it for the nookie?
Have you ever considered yourself friends with someone, and then whenever they weren't around, joked about them and generally bashed them entirely? how can you consider yourself their friend if you do so? :/
Just stuff I've been thinking about lately. Rhetorical, I suppose, but comment if you have something to add.