bella_silencia

Last night was just interesting. The piercer that I've been sort of drooling over finally called me to hang out and drink. Not only was he drunk off his ass when he shows up to my house, but when we show up to my friend's house to drink some more, he managed to offend all of my friends that were there in a matter of minutes. He acted like an arrogant ass, ran his mouth like an idiot, and laughed to himself like he was the funniest person in history.
My friend and I entertain him though. He shares his views, and we just commented when necessary (like misused words, made up words, and ridiculous views like "spanish and italian are the same language"). Despite the annoying conversation, I made out with him... a lot, and now I have stuble rash on my chin and upperlip from his five o'clock shadow and neck that looks rashed from all the times he snuck in a bite (I don't bruise very easily so for these to be showing, it had to have been intense). I also have a soon-to-be nice scar on my head from when he tripped and fell into me knocking me back, hitting my head on the rod iron fence behind me which evidently lead to a profuse amount of bleeding. He regained a whole lot of points when he rushed me to my friend's bathroom to clean off the blood, grabbed a towel to apply the pressure on my head, takes me into another room, sits me down, holds the towel as he brushes some scraggling hair from my face, tells me that even with the wound on my head I'm still extremely cute, provided gentle kisses on the forehead, cheeks, and lips, and made many sweet comments. *le sigh* Sometimes I really hate men.