I believe the tradition is to actually poo in a paper bag, set it on fire and leave it on his doorstep. So he stamps out the fire and gets poo on his shoes.
Anyway. Spent most of the weekend with Buffy, apart from a bit of mutual 'me-time' when I went shopping and bought a far-too-expensive coffee machine. Then we sat down at my place and watched the Walking Dead together, where we tried to out-gross each other with creative ways to kill zombies. Then we had lots of extremely good sex.
(I should point out that zombies are not a fetish, that's just the way the evening panned out)
She's geeky, attractive and great in bed. We've talked about the fact she's moving back to the US in just over a month, agreed it's not going to be a long term thing as we're going to be a few thousand miles apart with no real possibility of meeting up more than once every couple of months, and we're both okay with that. Shame though.
In other news, I keep getting messages from my now-dormant Match account, saying that of the 30 or so women matching my criteria in Budapest on there, 15 of them have winked at me.
Which is nice.