Well, to begin with, the "Day of the Skirt" went pretty well. The US professor asked if I had a function to go to after about 5 minutes, so that was a good sign. Nobody else really said anything (in that way, they're sort of like my family). But I was wearing the "clip-clop" sandals, and when you look to see what the noise is, it's hard not to notice that "Why yes, I am wearing a skirt today". I needed to be a bit more thorough with the tanning lotion around my feet and ankles, but it was mostly fine. Mission accomplished.
Today we gave up hope of finding the aldehyde paper, so I created a new version from Chapter 3 of my thesis. This gave me something to do in the afternoon when I wanted to go home but was lured into staying by intermittent ICQ messages.
I was in Civic getting an arm-wax on Wednesday (the vanity continues) and the girl had to hold my hand to finish the wax. That was the killer, that was the thing which reminded me about one of the things you get in a relationship; grooming privileges. Not necessarily sex, but holding hands, kisses (whether they be a fully-fledged snog-attack or just a warm peck on the cheek), spooning and all the rest of the things you give and receive when you let someone enter your personal space, and which you can't get from friends. Ick, I'm best off not worrying about it for the moment… *sigh*