so, I went out (in the 90 degree heat ew) with a guy I met at the coffee house (admitedly just to spite the guy who dumped me for a slut) ... and we played tennis. And I won ...
And thus I don't think he's gonna call me back.
oops?
Would you call a girl back if she beat you at tennis on your first date?
Sports make bad first dates
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lol thanks for that ... he hasn't called back; I'm ok with that ... I need someone who can keep up with me (on and off the courts)
unfortunately my horrible date from Saturday did ... and the hot boy I met at a friend's house party after this most awful 72-tequilla body shots required afterward has not ...
maybe he just wasn't into the goa/psy-trance party I invited him to because I am a dumb girl and don't know how to go camping on my own? but it's in the caves and we'll get some fucking fantastic X and life will be good and we'll bond
and he's beautiful ... and I'm the gorgeous Mel... life would be good. we'd look good together and ... he wasn't all over me and shit! In fact he was listening to whatever drunken words were coming out of my mouth and talking back ... sure, he's not got John's chocolate eyes and warm body and doesn't give me shotguns when I'm too lazy/fucked to reach for the pipe and he may not have Charlie's skills in the bed ... but ... we both prefer Cape Cods ... and we both like our E's smacky, and both used to love Alloha parties ... and he did kiss me, and didn't stick his tounge down my throat since I was bitching about the guy being all over me earlier... That ocunts for something right?
unfortunately my horrible date from Saturday did ... and the hot boy I met at a friend's house party after this most awful 72-tequilla body shots required afterward has not ...
maybe he just wasn't into the goa/psy-trance party I invited him to because I am a dumb girl and don't know how to go camping on my own? but it's in the caves and we'll get some fucking fantastic X and life will be good and we'll bond
and he's beautiful ... and I'm the gorgeous Mel... life would be good. we'd look good together and ... he wasn't all over me and shit! In fact he was listening to whatever drunken words were coming out of my mouth and talking back ... sure, he's not got John's chocolate eyes and warm body and doesn't give me shotguns when I'm too lazy/fucked to reach for the pipe and he may not have Charlie's skills in the bed ... but ... we both prefer Cape Cods ... and we both like our E's smacky, and both used to love Alloha parties ... and he did kiss me, and didn't stick his tounge down my throat since I was bitching about the guy being all over me earlier... That ocunts for something right?
Lie to me, it takes less time to drink you pretty.