Meeting People Continues To Be The Most Fun Thing About Living Here
Today someone knocked on my door and, when I opened it, my brain went into “pretty girl oh no what do” panic mode. Then she said “Hi, I’m Julian” and I remembered that @ascerel and I had agreed to hang out today. That was more manageable. I already knew what to do with rationalists: Complain about US cities being evil.
So we talked about cities and, eventually, the conversation drifted to Tumblr people and the German rationalist community and Effective Altruism and “Soooo, what’s your opinion on cuddling?”
-Direct quote, because I am #SoSmooth.
Which, [strike]shockingly[/strike] obviously worked, leading to hours of very fun cuddling while we continued to talk about Important Business, such as why normal people haven’t discovered the joy of cuddle-piles.
And there was kissing. Which was also very fun.
After a few hours of the social, Julian had to get back to San Francisco, so I walked her to the train station while discussing gender and transportation and the art of makeouts. Then we said our good byes and she was off to parts unknown...
...Such as the San Francisco airport.
While I walked back home, I noticed something was wrong with math. You see, when I kiss someone, I care a lot about whether the colour of their name goes well with the colour of their number, because synesthesia. Julian is the 11th person I’ve kissed. The name “Julian” is a primary blue/green mix, and a secondary red. The number 11 is supposed to be red. This means “Julian” should match on secondary colour...
...Except, from the time we kissed until the time I explicitly noticed it on my way home, 11 had come to be blue/green. Julian’s dominant colour had outright replaced the colour of the number 11. I cannot stress enough the extent to which this is Not Done. A number is its colour forever, because fuck social mobility. I have never had my fundamental sensory map fucked with in quite that manner before. Luckily, once I realised what was going on, I was able to brute-force everything back to normal. After all, who on earth would want to live in a world of blue/green 11s? *shiver*
TL;DR: Julian is a mind-blowing kisser in the most literal sense. 10/10, would be wire-headed again.
