I left work with that familiar feeling. Its going to be a long night.
I set out armed to the teeth with a well rounded arsenal. I'm in a rare mood. The usual cast of characters were out. You know them: the moody oafish guy stumbling about hoping someone understands him. The hot chic. Her friend (a forgettable character). The quiet chic who has yet to come into her own who would easily out-hot the hot chic if she were ready. The funny guy who always seems to have the one liner that makes everyone laugh. The guy who lives there. His roommate - who cosigns to all the shit he says. The female roommate with the lapdog boyfriend. Then there's the me.
No thanks, I'm not playin beer pong- I'm done with that. I'm goin for it. Let's see if quiet chic wants to blow this taco-stand; she looks bored. And I've had my eye on her.
She's a little surprised at how forward but sincere I am. We just get the fuck out of there. We leave before midnight to get Chinese with a couple waste case buddies (the quiet yet funny Serbian, and the loud drunk rugby guy who's actually not a total douche).
She's down for whatever and flashes a smile throughout the night.
We go to No.1 kitchen. Serbian guy and I throw down a spread with all the classics. And it hits the mutha fuckin spot! We hit the door reading our fortune cookies (no one else had reverence for a reading ceremony). Mine says "Your dearest dream is coming true "
Really??? What do you say that? I was getting a good vibe from quiet girl, but dearest dream?
She drops me off first. Quiet girl knows its a long semester. Dearest dream huh? We'll see...
I set out armed to the teeth with a well rounded arsenal. I'm in a rare mood. The usual cast of characters were out. You know them: the moody oafish guy stumbling about hoping someone understands him. The hot chic. Her friend (a forgettable character). The quiet chic who has yet to come into her own who would easily out-hot the hot chic if she were ready. The funny guy who always seems to have the one liner that makes everyone laugh. The guy who lives there. His roommate - who cosigns to all the shit he says. The female roommate with the lapdog boyfriend. Then there's the me.
No thanks, I'm not playin beer pong- I'm done with that. I'm goin for it. Let's see if quiet chic wants to blow this taco-stand; she looks bored. And I've had my eye on her.
She's a little surprised at how forward but sincere I am. We just get the fuck out of there. We leave before midnight to get Chinese with a couple waste case buddies (the quiet yet funny Serbian, and the loud drunk rugby guy who's actually not a total douche).
She's down for whatever and flashes a smile throughout the night.
We go to No.1 kitchen. Serbian guy and I throw down a spread with all the classics. And it hits the mutha fuckin spot! We hit the door reading our fortune cookies (no one else had reverence for a reading ceremony). Mine says "Your dearest dream is coming true "
Really??? What do you say that? I was getting a good vibe from quiet girl, but dearest dream?
She drops me off first. Quiet girl knows its a long semester. Dearest dream huh? We'll see...