I hooked up with a hot guy in a club this weekend. Yay!
He gave me his number. Yay!
I left him a message with mine that night, since he was going out of town. Now the ball's in his court. Clever.
He's on Facebook. Now I can stalk him. Yay!
But since I discovered this, he changed his prefs so non-friends can no longer see it.
And now I'm all paranoid'n shit.
I know you can't see who's looked at you on there, right?
And I don't care if he ever calls me--that's not what I was expecting (though I'm sure it would be fun.)
It's just that I don't want to look WEIRD.
Sigh . . .
2 comments:
elle said,
"I don't want to look WEIRD"
Remember Elle, looks are only skin deep. That's why you should stick to sheepmen. Also, I am sure he was not wearing sassy boots -- probably a shiny new pair of penny loafers instead.
Great, now I'm even more weirded out because I actually can't remember what kind of shoes he was wearing. Why would I be looking at his feet? I'm sure I would have remembered if they were loafers, though. I do hate a prep.
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