Party Til Six In The Morning...
So last night was rather adventurous. I went out on a semi-date, wait, an outing with my new acquaintance - The Basketball Guy. The lame-o place that we went to was overpriced and overskanked, plus a fight broke out for some unknown reason, so B-ball Guy and his entourage and myself bailed at 1:30.
But, for yours truly, the night was just getting started. We all hopped into B-ball's friend's (let's call him Robins Rocks, because his diamond.. er, cubic zirconia earrings were practically blinding me the whole night) car and drive down to ____ University's apartments where everyone gets extremely trashed and I drunk text message Joanna about seventy thousand times. I am very suspicious of Robins Rocks - he seems like a player to me and could be a negative influence on B-Ball Guy in a long run. Not like I can't deal with players, it's just that at this point in my life I don't want to.
Faster than I could blink, it was already six in the morning and after a rather innocent make out session with B-Ball guy, we both pass out on his bed (oh, did I mention I got a parking ticket. That was a rather shitty icing on an otherwise good cake that was my night).
Here is a thing: I don't know if B-Ball Guy will ever call me again. You know that crazy gut feeling you sometime get when you just KNOW that things aren't going to go your way? Yeah, I've got it. Therefore, I'm not going to gush like a silly school girl about how cute I thought B-Ball Guy was and how he gave me that butterflies in my stomach feeling every time I looked at him... He might be shy-ish; Robins Rocks might be a negative influence on him, or he might even not be that into me - there are a zillion ways as to how this whole thing can go all wrong.
Therefore tonight, I'm going out with my friend G and I'm playing the game to the fullest. After all, why not, since I've gotten so damn good at it.
If he don't come, I ain't gonna die.
-Jess
But, for yours truly, the night was just getting started. We all hopped into B-ball's friend's (let's call him Robins Rocks, because his diamond.. er, cubic zirconia earrings were practically blinding me the whole night) car and drive down to ____ University's apartments where everyone gets extremely trashed and I drunk text message Joanna about seventy thousand times. I am very suspicious of Robins Rocks - he seems like a player to me and could be a negative influence on B-Ball Guy in a long run. Not like I can't deal with players, it's just that at this point in my life I don't want to.
Faster than I could blink, it was already six in the morning and after a rather innocent make out session with B-Ball guy, we both pass out on his bed (oh, did I mention I got a parking ticket. That was a rather shitty icing on an otherwise good cake that was my night).
Here is a thing: I don't know if B-Ball Guy will ever call me again. You know that crazy gut feeling you sometime get when you just KNOW that things aren't going to go your way? Yeah, I've got it. Therefore, I'm not going to gush like a silly school girl about how cute I thought B-Ball Guy was and how he gave me that butterflies in my stomach feeling every time I looked at him... He might be shy-ish; Robins Rocks might be a negative influence on him, or he might even not be that into me - there are a zillion ways as to how this whole thing can go all wrong.
Therefore tonight, I'm going out with my friend G and I'm playing the game to the fullest. After all, why not, since I've gotten so damn good at it.
If he don't come, I ain't gonna die.
-Jess
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