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And off she goes, back across the pond and home. My houseguest was here a grand total of a fortnight, and I didn't make her climax even once. It's odd, this female friend thing. Frankly I didn't think I could pull it off, but now she's gone and I may never see her in person again. I might miss her. Or do I only miss the lost opportunity to play with her boobs? Perhaps time will tell.

I might also miss having someone taking up valuable internet time, forcing me to do my chores instead. And the cooking, the more frequent cooked dinners was a plus; the food was healthier too. I'll be having last night's leftovers shortly. Why the hells did I never bother getting myself rice for years? I like it. I must have forgotten. Oh, and I now know where the nearest library is, and have a card to take things out of it.

On the other hand, I'm glad the house is all mine again. Turns out I'm quite the bachelor. I can go to the bathroom naked, leave the door open as I empty my bladder, and not give a damn about how I leave the toilet seat. I can watch porn and/or jerk off in peace, since she wouldn't have lent a hand if she walked in on me during the process. And yet...

Maybe I just need a bloody girlfriend.