I did bad at Clinton. Bad, bad, bad naughty Rosie.

Well, I was better behaved than I usually am. I only slipped one person the tongue, and she was female so it didn't really matter.

But I kissed several men.

Many more than I intended.

Wolfie, Tatsu, Agnus, some guy who's name I don't remember, and Vex. At least. I'm sure there's at least one I'm forgetting.

Oh, and Esmerelda, but she's a she and she's cute and hooked with children.

Oh, wait, there was the other bathboy who's name I don't remember either (but was young and cute and not interested and therefor only kissed me twice).

But as I said, I only slipped Esmerelda the tongue and she didn't mind in the least.

In fact she thinks I'm a very good kisser. (So's she. ;P)

But I really didn't mean for any of it to happen.

Wolfie I kissed as friends, as with the guy who's name I don't remember (not the bathboy one). I kissed him just once after I'd scrubbed his back in the bath (he had shorts on, you pervert!...sheesh...dirty minded people here...) and once when we said goodbye.

Tatsu I kissed because I always kiss Tatsu. Tatsu is Tatsu. Not kissing Tatsu would be like not naming my breasts.

Vex I kissed because he gave me a cloven fruit. Or I gave him one. Either way it was an arranged deal to get the fruit back to Esmerelda who desperately wanted to kiss the cute blond Scotsman (I think that was who she wanted to kiss)...Yes, Vex gave the fruit and a kiss to me, then I passed it to Esmerelda. That's how it happened.

Anyway, I'd never met Vex before then so the kiss didn't mean anything. I pulled away before any tongue wrestling happened. Close mouthed kiss, like all the others (except *purr* Esmerelda ;P).

The bathboy kissed me because I'm his SCA sister, so he kissed me when he met me and once because he was passing by. He's cute, but definately not my type.

And Agnus. Poor Agnus. I didn't so much kiss Agnus as Agnus kissed me.

Agnus I met by chance when he picked me out of the shopping flow on merchants row to talk to me. He was sitting in a booth with the ladies who owned it:

"Excuse me, milday...yes, you...come here for a minute...hmmm, face, profile...okay, I'll flirt with you later."

And me, liking to flirt, said simply: "Okay."

And he was true to his word and flirted with me the entire weekend.

While he interests me I don't think I'd ever want to be anything more than friends. Not that I don't like the guy, he's a very nice character, and easy on the eyes, certainly, but our personalities clash. It isn't even that he's ten years older than me it's...well...he's a romantic. I'm not. Not in any sense. I think I tend to be more practical and sensible with my feet on the ground most of the time. Romance and me had a dissagreement and havn't made up yet.

But I hung out with Agnus a fair amount over the weekend, because, as I said, he's fun.

But the friendship shifted pretty quickly, at least for him.

Persistance, he says, is the key to winning over the girl of your choice...

Let me beg to differ: sensibility is the way to win over the girl. Think practically. If she tells you her "heart belongs to another", that's a subtle hint.

Ah well.

So Agnus kissed me twice (and I say he kissed me because I kept my lips pressed firm together and back), or maybe three times. He was really trying in the tavern when I was saying goodbye (we were schedualed to leave at *choke* 5am so I had to say my goodbyes that night) to the point where I had to put my hand between us to keep him from trying any more.

Fortunately a nice older lord interfered before Agnus became really persistant (though he had tried to remove my hand once or twice...gently, but still damn persistant). The older man offered to escort me to my tent at one point but I politely declined for reasons that shall go unsaid in this diary. It was a few good, if sickeningly emotional reasons. (It sounds more weighty than it really was, trust me.)

Anyway, those are confessions of a Clinton-goer.

And you know the most ironic part of everything? The person who left the most lasting impression on me was Leviathen (or Levi for short) who only touched me twice the entire event: once when he hugged me when we parted ways, and once when he kissed me on the cheek just after he hugged me.

Vex left the second best impression on me, and he only touched me once, with the kiss from the cloven fruit. He was great fun to talk to.

...

You know, sometimes I think that my kiss holds some kind of emotional poison that causes the person I kiss to fall in love with me.

Sometimes it seems that way.

Bleagh.

Don't, people.

Don't.

Just...

...no. Don't even bother.

I'm happy the way I am, with who I'm with, and where I'm at.

Go figure.

Good night, mes amies.

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Rosie.

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