Well. I went out with my friends, including my friend's husband -- they're the cutest couple ever, and I promised to take care of the friend while his husband is in Afghanistan -- and, uh, the first judge I practiced before, who's now a baby gay. Plus my bestie.
Uh, I can't remember the last time I met someone at a bar. But I did. Just completely gorgeous. Fast forward a little: all of us, including the girl's gay friend and her bestie. So, naturally, we're at a gay club.
I realize that it's 5am and I'm still drunkish, but we made out all night; she actually texted me when she got home (I did too, so it was simultaneous fuckery); and we have super tentative plans for next weekend.
It was all, from her end, "I like you" and "I like kissing you."
Ordinarily I'd say shit like, if nothing comes of it, this still counts as a win, and it is, but... I'm going to try to make this happen. I just got a good vibe.