"Love in an elevator"

You know what's hilarious? Random super drunk conversations about sex with people (usually guys for some reason) you've just met...usually through other friends.

"You know when you're having a threesome and sometimes one of the guys just gets in the way? It's just best to have sex with them separately." (J)

"I once knew this girl who could almost come just from having her inner thighs touched."
"Yeah, pretty much sure an 'almost orgasm' is no orgasm at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'd be damn pissed off if a guy 'almost' made me come." (A)

"People that don't reciprocate oral sex are the lowest of the low."
"Except for guys that shove it up your arse without asking permission." (M)
"Uh...yeah, except for that."

"Don't you hate it when a guy is thrusting really hard and just accidentally puts it in your arse?"
"Okay so I'm not having sex tonight."  (L)

"You haven't had sex until you've fucked to Motley Crue." (J)

"Masturbating is totally underrated. I mean, at least you're guaranteed a good time." (A)

"We were fucking and then I found out he liked Nickleback. So I had to get up and leave." (J)
"He didn't yell out 'Chad Kroeger' when he came did he? That happened to me once."
"That is actually my worst nightmare."

"Once, I was so drunk I didn't even realise I still had my underwear on." (J)

"Threesomes are so much better with two girls. I mean, one of the guys always freaks out and has an 'am i gay?' moment." (Druggie)

"You absolutely have to have sex on the roof of a car. It's so liberating." (C)

"I'm getting a mirror put into one of my walls. I like watching it go in from more than one angle." (P)

"In another life, I would be your girl"

A is in love...no, not with V. Please guys, they are not that type of 'couple'. Over the weekend she a met an older British fellow at a club. Not older as in old, as in 5 years older which is significant but has been done many times before...and sometimes twice that much. They talked. Just talked. For hours. In the club, then at a restaurant, then in a park. They met around 11pm. A got home around 6:30am, enough time for her to have a coffee and a shower and head off to work. They didn't have sex. They didn't even kiss, except briefly upon parting. No tongue. Definitely a first for A. And apparently, it's talking and not sex that's the way to A's heart. That has been suspected a long time since A spends most of her life arguing and kicks arse at public speaking. It's just never been tested. She fell for this guy. Hard. He was funny and sweet and smart and everything A could ever want...plus naturally, hot and kind of a smart arse. All A wanted was to see him again...and sleep with him of course. But fate has other plans. His phone was dead (damn smart phones and their short battery life!) and A drunkenly managed to put the wrong number in her phone (obvious because it had a few too many digits). A's best facebook stalking attempts have gotten nowhere. He has vanished into the wind. It's typical. Then again, commitment-phobic A probably wouldn't even like him if she thought she would see him again.

He may always be for her though, the one that got away.

"If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?"

E is back and M is trying to be his friend again. Friends only. They can't pretend their relationship didn't happen, but they can't just go back into it either. M felt out of place at his return party. She wasn't sure what to say or what her role was. She's more than just an ex-girlfriend isn't she? M's awkwardness resulted in a passionate pash with a random guy on the dancefloor and making sure E copped a full view. She felt like an idiot afterwards though, and E ignored the whole thing because he had no idea what to say. The next day M rang him and asked if he wanted to go to lunch. E said sure and he'd give A and J a call. M was crushed. She thought it would just be the 2 of them. But it probably won't be ever again. M has no idea what to do about it. She can't seem to move on, but maybe she just needs more time.

Meanwhile J, of course, is finding love in all the wrong places. Or right, depending on what your definition of love is. That would be cloak rooms, always a good place for sneaky sex, and public toilets. The women's loo at J's favourite rock club now has a sign saying 'absolutely no men allowed for any reason'. We wonder whose fault that sign is...

L is starting to realise she just may be as commitment-phobic as dear A. Despite her short lived (perhaps along with) romance with secret admirer (which ended because she just couldn't handle the relationship) she's never been very good at keeping men in her life. Now L has a new interest, a boy she met through uni friends who happens to be an amazing kisser and plans fun dates. He also lives about 500km away. L likes him, but she's pretty sure one of the things she likes most about him is that he will never turn up unannounced at her front door. Then again, in the suburb L lives in, you bring a shotgun to the door if you're not expecting anyone.

What we're doing this month...

Loving: the Melbourne Lady Gaga craze
Listening to: a bit of classic Rolling Stones
Crushing on: Keith Urban...he just suddenly seems so cool!
Worshipping: asos
Eating: red velvet cupcakes
Drinking: whipped cream vodka
Rocking: black heeled ankle boots with kickass buckles
Reading: The Great Gatsby to prepare for the movie
Failing: to enroll in classes for next semester