So while I was in Rotorua one of my flatmates, lets call her A, moved to Island Bay. When I got back on Saturday I walked into the kitchen and there was a half eaten apple pie on the bench. That’s strange, I thought. My flatmate (the one that still lives here, we’ll call her C1) doesn’t usually eat pie. And then I walked into the laundry, and it had been flooded, there were towels strewn on the floor to mop up the puddles. That’s very odd, I thought. C1 is usually so careful. Turns out, while we were both gone A had let herself in to do some washing, make pie, and watch Buffy. The dvd player isn’t set up yet in her new flat. Then when I got up on Sunday morning, I walked into the kitchen and thought, that’s odd, someone’s eaten the pie. But later I found scrawled in the loo book “I didn’t really move out, I was just kidding.” And C1 got a fright when she went down to the basement and A was sleeping naked on the couch... So really she hasn’t moved out she’s just stopped paying rent.
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I finally managed to work up the courage to contact P2, who I’ve fancied for a while, but assumed she was straight. Anyway, on Sunday we went to Fun in Girls Shorts, a collection of queer grrl short films. All was going well. I was glad to be sitting next to C2, the only other person in our part of the theatre to be squealing with delight at the not so subtle Buffy references in one of the shorts. One of the other films had a cameo appearance from P1, who has been my idol since I was about 15, she’s practically the reason I became a queer girl... and she was looking spunky and it was a brilliant movie and very funny. Then, after the movie I bump into P1.
Me: Hi!
P1: Oh, hi.
Me: …
P1: Oh Hi P2!
P2: Hi! How’s it going?
P1: Great, great, yeah… hey, are you coming for drinks?
P2: Yeah, cool!
Me: ...
P2: Well it was so cool to hang out [Hugs me] We should catch up again soon.
[P1 & P2 disappear into the sunset]
Me: ...!