X marks the spot

so like, whaddya do when your new best friend believes you were meant to be best friends by virtue of the mere fact that you both share beauty spots (he calls them) or moles (as i call them) in the same place? not those kind of places, dirty reader, but rather slap bang in the middle of your throat nestled between the two collar bones. picture this: new year's eve, 8 pm, clifton 2nd (a mere half-hour till we were nearly arrested for drinking in public by camp's bay police - but that's another story), the unbelievably cheesy sunset boasting before us, when out Marc blurts: "you know, i think it's more than just coincidence that we share the same beauty spot marking, don't you?". Lauren: "Hmmm...." And to herself, "wtf?" Now, it's not exactly a cindy crawford signature, but please! leave my mole out of this, mkay? and keep your beauty spot to yourself! that said, i'm still meeting him for a last lunch today before he heads back to CT a few short weeks till i do. go fig...