achterbahn

So we had a party. For a long time no party had higher expectations than this one.

The reason: We were celebrating the end of fashion studies of my flatmates girlfriend. And that means that all the models from her final presentation were invited. 12 beautiful girls.

Tell "12 models" to any guy and they will come. Come with a happy smile. We even decided not to invite any female friends. We thought that would be a waste of ressources.

The party was a blast. But of course I fell in love with the wrong girl. One that haunts your dreams, one that is kick-ass cool, one that is smarter than them all, one that has a boyfriend with her. I hate that guy.