Seven Days... Four Dates...
Mr. Popular and I are going on our fourth date tonight. We are totally hitting it off on so many levels.
Yesterday at the Deck Bar, sparks were flying. I did not care that Finkeldouche was there, literally a foot away from me, but still ignoring the hell out of me, while his friend Sidekick was being his nice self and saying hi to me and my friend G. Apparently, F-douche is really into some girl but she won't have any of it. Oh whatever, that's probably cause he's a giant prick and he's also balding. Ha.
Anyway, as far as I was concerned, it was me and Mr. Popular drinking Henny and Hypnotiq (which by the way was 18 dollars!!!), feeling like rock stars, getting to know each other. I was practically extatic to be with a man who is not only refreshingly interesting and intelligent but also normal. I was so tired of freaks and creeps... butI am so glad I held out this long for this guy to come along. And there, in the middle of the dance floor around midnight, with F-douche and Sidekick just feet away from us, with drunk people yelling at each other over "The Way I Are", we kissed for the first time. And fuck it, it was magical, way better than those star-studded kisses in Hollywood-clad movies.
Now, I'm not putting all of my eggs in one basket, as my friend Facebook Stalker so glamorously put it, but I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't have highest hopes for this budding romance to take off. And you know... if I find out that he's two -timing me, or just trying to get into my pants (which, by the way, is a difficult mission), I will kick the bastard in the nuts so hard, his balls will be numb for the rest of his life. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I cannot wait for tonight to come! I can't wait to see his smile, and have him "accidentally" brush his hand against mine, and perhaps even sneak a little kiss goodnight right before i hop into my car.
Dating around comes with a price. You lose a little bit of naivette but also a little bit of your sol and sensitivity if you are not too careful. But the rewards of finding that one person can rejuvinate you again... and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters. I might sound like an effing fool whenI say this, but I've been practically floating not walking for the past two weeks. And fuck, if this isn't total bliss worth savoring, then I don't know what is.
Still pimping for life,
-Jess
Yesterday at the Deck Bar, sparks were flying. I did not care that Finkeldouche was there, literally a foot away from me, but still ignoring the hell out of me, while his friend Sidekick was being his nice self and saying hi to me and my friend G. Apparently, F-douche is really into some girl but she won't have any of it. Oh whatever, that's probably cause he's a giant prick and he's also balding. Ha.
Anyway, as far as I was concerned, it was me and Mr. Popular drinking Henny and Hypnotiq (which by the way was 18 dollars!!!), feeling like rock stars, getting to know each other. I was practically extatic to be with a man who is not only refreshingly interesting and intelligent but also normal. I was so tired of freaks and creeps... butI am so glad I held out this long for this guy to come along. And there, in the middle of the dance floor around midnight, with F-douche and Sidekick just feet away from us, with drunk people yelling at each other over "The Way I Are", we kissed for the first time. And fuck it, it was magical, way better than those star-studded kisses in Hollywood-clad movies.
Now, I'm not putting all of my eggs in one basket, as my friend Facebook Stalker so glamorously put it, but I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't have highest hopes for this budding romance to take off. And you know... if I find out that he's two -timing me, or just trying to get into my pants (which, by the way, is a difficult mission), I will kick the bastard in the nuts so hard, his balls will be numb for the rest of his life. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I cannot wait for tonight to come! I can't wait to see his smile, and have him "accidentally" brush his hand against mine, and perhaps even sneak a little kiss goodnight right before i hop into my car.
Dating around comes with a price. You lose a little bit of naivette but also a little bit of your sol and sensitivity if you are not too careful. But the rewards of finding that one person can rejuvinate you again... and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters. I might sound like an effing fool whenI say this, but I've been practically floating not walking for the past two weeks. And fuck, if this isn't total bliss worth savoring, then I don't know what is.
Still pimping for life,
-Jess
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