Oh my god. I met the cutest girl last night. She turned 21 the day before I turned 27, so we did a bunch of shots together. Then for some reason she asked for my number, which was great. And I bought her like 4 drinks, which is something I never do. And sometime during the night she asked if my lip piercings got in the way during kissing, and right then I'm thinking "Well, shit, I really want to kiss you now." So a couple hours later I told her, and we kissed a few times. Then we were in the car riding back to our friend's house and I'm like "So do you have a boyfriend?" "I do, but not really. I have to break up with him." 
