I went out tonight, and for the first time ever I had the guts to ask a girl who had been flirting with me for a while for her number. She said she didn't give out her number cause she had issues with stalkers (didn't believe her for a second, but fair enough), so I offered my e-mail address. I knew she'd never write, but she offered up her own e-mail address. She wrote it on a little slip of paper which I stuck in my pocket...
A slip of paper which is no longer there. Did I just dream this all... or did I seriously just FUCK UP and lose the only e-mail address I've ever gotten from a girl. ever. in my whole life. I'm a born loser, just kill me now. I think I'm too drunk on absenthe to remember where it could have gone, but I'm just praying it's on the floor of Sid's room, somwhere.
A slip of paper which is no longer there. Did I just dream this all... or did I seriously just FUCK UP and lose the only e-mail address I've ever gotten from a girl. ever. in my whole life. I'm a born loser, just kill me now. I think I'm too drunk on absenthe to remember where it could have gone, but I'm just praying it's on the floor of Sid's room, somwhere.
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sid:
she doesn't play... she told me she has no idea how a long time ago.
derangedmichy:
did you find the crumbled email address paper at sid's apt yet?