"I dont know what he's thinking, but I would be so psyched if we just dated forever" -Kelly Kapoor (The Office U.S)
Alright, so I get the saying beggers can’t be choosers, but honestly, we don’t have to be losers either. We have the right to be slightly picky.
Now I’m about to delve into a situation of mine that recently occurred. And by recently, I’m hinting at this past weekend. And Oh, what a weekend it was!
See, my friend T and I had decided to take a break from this partying hard and always lifestyle we’d acquired since coming to university. We had decided on an all girls weekend, this includes: shopping, restaurants, nauseating chick-flick with the dumb as rock hunk we can drool over. Check, check and check.
However, things did not end up going as planned. At all.
It started out nicely, our trip to the mall was eventful enough. Four hours of eventful. However, the bus ride back I felt like I boarded Noah’s Arc (minus the male counterpart). It was packed and I’m pretty sure we tipped slightly during one of the turns. The smell of sweat mixed with the ever-so-unsubtle smell of alcohol. I happened to mention this out loud,
“Really people? On a bus? This is public transportation, not your in-between party short-stop”
The tiny elderly woman next to me, clinging to the pole for dear life, looked up to me and said,
“Yes, I know, but don’t worry, next time I’ll bring a bigger flask to share”
Oh the many other stories I have to share of my tales of trauma on public transportation. Never take a bus from Best Buy back to campus alone. Drunk men will nudge you and point to other women’s “big ol’ titties” as he so classily put it.
Anyways, enough with the rambling.
So we rented the movie It’s a Boy Girl Thing and popped it in. I changed out of any glamorous articles of clothing into a pair of shorts and sweater, with my hair piled on top of my head, resembling a much older Pebbles (from the Flintstones).
We thought it would be a good idea to invite over A, a foreign exchange student from Spain, who although adorable, he has definitely been placed in the “just friends” category.
Cute face for sure, just lacking confidence and too lanky. Take note boys, this will get you far and beyond.
A arrives drunk. Throws up on my blanket. Throws up in my bathroom. Throws up in T’s bathroom. The goes on to declare his crush on me by spelling out my name. No, don’t worry folks, he didn’t spell it out in his own piss, but a Spanish accent.
I laughed it off and helped drop him off home. Such a shame, because his friend M is quite the charmer, definitely no place for him in the “Just Friends” category if you know what I mean ;).
More later,
X
Sophie
2 comments:
my young "spicypage" friend...I enjoy your work because it reminds me of a time in my life (well, the male sort of view, as that, well, I don't roll like that) when life was about partying and picking people up, all in the search of "the one." The drunk invite has happened a few times in my past (both as the victim and the perpetrator). Nice work.
hahah aw thank you my lovely and possibly only commenter. Yes, that was a crazy night. I dont know, im not exactly in search of 'the one' but its more of a search for someone who fits. As you can tell, freshmens in college are not exactly looking for long term haha.
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