Sunday 11th April 1998
I'm feeling a lot better this morning.
Perhaps Cordelia didn't know. Perhaps she secretly craves my fantastic body. Perhaps she is a "Chubby Chaser"! That would be good.
Bloody unlikely 'though.
I am starting to have strange stirrings "down below". This is rather unusual as when I am normally confronted with pretty woman/girl/female I will usually wonder if she shaves her arm pits/ where did she get her ears/navel /eye pierced? / is she going to hit me?
Perhaps I am too innocent. I only discovered three days ago what they did with the wings on tampons. I assumed they either went up inside of the female or perhaps some had oddly shaped ....
In point of fact, Cordelia scores quite highly on the list of women I like for two reasons:-
1) She has yet to hit me.
2) She hasn't been sick on me.
It should also be pointed out that, at present, she is the only person on the list who is actually in the same country.
Perhaps this is a reflection on the effect of me liking a girl has on the girl.
Have you ever noticed that liking is only one letter away from licking?
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