Unfortunately, the answer is no

Dibs.
Interesting character that one.

As it turns out, she knows i have the hots for her and goes to great lengths to let me know that she knows:
the way she licks off the wine rolling down the side of her glass
the way she holds my gaze till i look away
the way she touches my thigh ever so gently when she's talking
the way she giggles and says "oh stop it" when i say something silly

god, what a tease.
or perhaps its just that my senses are so heightened when i'm with her

i think she is gay-curious.
and i was happy to indulge her
so...
i walked her home
we parked in front of the tv in the dark to sober up
then i kissed her.
the kind of kiss apparently made famous by the French.

unless it was only a very nice dream, i believe she kissed me back

still, somehow i ended up in my own bed.
alone.
I knew I should have shoved more of the Bailey's/white wine/that_weird_green_stuff down her throat.

so, i have nothing left to do but resort to cheesy cliches:
i may have lost the battle, but not the war.
even though it was only one little step for me, it was one giant step for my kind.

one of these days I'll get her

just for messing with my mind.