"Are the two of you together? I mean, can I set you two up, unless you two are already being set-up? Are you two dating?"

There it was. Dette spilled it out roughly two mintues after I met her. She's a friend of Gil. Gil is my crush. Remeber the one I was talkng to you about from the club? Yeah. I was at this event last Saturday night where he was spinning. I tagged along as his groupie for the night.

I met some of his friends who were all living testimonies to his greatness. They're good people, but the pressure! God. Haha. Actually, it was a good kind of pressure. They did like me. I guess I am just bothered by the instance that there's no one I know whom I have introduced to someone I like who would go all out and say "It doesn't get any better than Ran."

Okay. That may be asking for much, but you get my drift?

That night, one of Dette's friends brought a small bottle of absynthe. That was the first time I had a few drops lace my tongue in a numbing sensation of sweetness. The gin made me smile. The absynthe made me happy. I wish falling in love was like that. You only relish the sweetness and joy while you're numb of any pain that can come. Of course what sucks is waking up the next day with a severe hangover. And the reality that it didn't last. Nothing will.

On our way home after the event, dancing, and some extended partying, I told him about how his friends sort of evaluated me. Gil chuckles.

"The thing with them is..." He pauses. "They haven't seen me with someone in over four years. So they're kinda making do with what they see." He smiles. "You shouldn't be dating a DJ. Haha."

And then... Bam!

"Am I dating a DJ?" Very minor pause. "I mean, I just wanna know."

Gil smiles. "We're going out."

So as of 6.17a, Sunday December 18, 2005, I'm going out with a DJ. Not that there's any real merit to that, I just like things clear.