Tonight, I was headed to the after party for a poetry slam (if you want to know what a poetry slam is, I'll explain for you) and I was waiting downstairs with my friend Nick for a little bit before going upstairs to the party because one of the two girls hosting the party, Emily, is not crazy about either of us. So we were hanging out with some people, and my friend Ryk and I had the following dialogue:
Ryk: So, which one doesn't like you, the brunette girl or the blonde?
Me: The blonde.
Ryk: Oh, okay. What did you do to piss her off?
Me: ...I slept with her.
Don't anyone ever tell you that poets are boring.
Ryk: So, which one doesn't like you, the brunette girl or the blonde?
Me: The blonde.
Ryk: Oh, okay. What did you do to piss her off?
Me: ...I slept with her.
Don't anyone ever tell you that poets are boring.
Hope that you're well.