Death by lesbians rum, indeed! My head is killing me!
He dropped by to pick me up, walked down the front stairs to a 'wow!' 
fuck-ton of rum, he came-with whenever I went out for a cigarette, prompting room full of lesbians to sing 'is she really going out with him?' on our return... 
really lovely to see the ex and her gf, although gf kept loudly questioning 'where do you two keep popping off to?' & when I went out for a cigarette with her, she asked me what was going on and because I was very drunk, I might have told her that it hasn't really changed and I'm still in love with him... Oops.
He asked about the prof, I said I might be seeing him this week, but it wasn't a big deal. Spoke about past relationships a bit, I think his self esteem is so fractured that he doesn't believe anyone could be interested in him. 
Then we went home, ages to wait for the train, he laid on the seats with his head on my lap, my hand tucked inside his shirt and the other stroking his hair as he made little 'mmmmmm' noises. got a cab from the station, holding hands in the back seat, despite his offer to go back to his, I was tired and went home. Kiss on the cheek goodnight.
Got an invite to the coast for his birthday at the end of the month. :)
As to where we are, I don't know. I remember looking at his foot and thinking 'oh. I love that foot.' I'm an idiot.
watch I like the pirate-teacher. He sounds great. :)
western?!?!