"one mile to every inch
your skin like porcelain
one pair of candy lips...
and your bubblegum tongue..."

Damnit damnit damnit.
So I once again avoided a girl/girls. While I'd like to state totally that there were "girls", plural, I can only vouch for a single girl - Gemma K, the girl I mentioned a while back - the one I kissed, regretted, texted, then told I couldn't do anything with, turned up tonight and asked whether I was "pissed" to which I replied "totally", despite the fact this was a mild lie. She then danced with me for ages then attempted to leave at the same time as I did, despite the fact I was only trying to get my coat, not actually leave - a fact she saw and seemed mildly put out by.
I hope you get the gist of what I'm trying to say, rather than what I said.
The "girls" part comes in that, while myself and 2 friends were dancing, several girls starting dancing with us/around us/in between us - but "thankfully" a first year we all kinda vaguely knew/didn't like decided to pelvically thrust his way into the private areas of any girl within 6 feet of us - something we would have stopped out of dislike for him had we not been laughing so hard - something that didn't seem to stop him. I felt pity for most girls he attempted anything with.

As to your response... I'm too drunk to read it properly but a nice piece nonetheless. You make claims that are baseless - a romantic to the core. As for you claims that I'm a romantic... those, sadly, are little founded and ill conceived. What I essentially said in my piece was that I believed in madness and deceit, not "love".

"Turns out every I say to you comes out wrong it never comes out right...
Why don't you and I get together, fly to the moon and straight on to heaven
'cause without you they're never gonna let me in..."