Dear diary: Went out, was hit on, and also, um,

Let me rewind a bit.

To pretend that I am not a hermit, I went out last night. I barely spoke to anyone, but that's normal - some places just aren't that good if you go alone.

Anyway, in this one club this one guy offered me a drink and seemed all sorts of interested. He was older and visibly drunk, but still, neat, sorta. I'm thinking I don't get clocked ALL the time any more, at least not when I put effort in it.

Anyway, I didn't go for it - I have trust issues as it is - and he backed down gracefully.

I do consider that a milestone, or a canon event of sorts.

Not much else to say about it, there was some sort of a con afterparty going on, in addition to Halloween stuff, and I saw one very lonely looking Cirno. Hope they got home okay.

I got home, tried to get a few pictures of the full moon and that's about it.

On to today.

So I was wearing leggings and padded winter trousers (Everyone knows what trousers are but brits get weird ideas about pants. Thus, trousers) to go to the store, and once I got home I stripped the trousers off, so I'm only in my leggings. I more or less randomly swung my arms in a way so that they brushed the sides of my bottom, and noticed, like, neat, there's definitely more stuff there. So I sort of poked and tapped a bit, and,

Girls, ladies, peeps, why is the bottom of my gluteus - especially kinda the area where the thigh connects to the booty part - suddenly an erogenous zone?