Another multi-cultural evening...this time, involving Polish vodka! Being the light-weight drinker that I am, one shot drowned in cranberry juice was enough for me!
Tonight, I was asked to be kissed by a fellow volunteer. I am always taken off guard in these moments when a man asks if he can kiss me. As I see it, the moment is either there, or it isn't and you both can mutually feel it. The question isn't necessary. I think in each case when I have been asked, the moment has not been there. Therefor, though I appreciate the politeness in asking, if you have to pose the question at all, the timing and chemistry is probably off.
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