I just finished my last shift of my 65 hour workweek. Awesome. Now I don't have to work until 9 tomorrow night. Sweet, sweet freedom.
My main job is late night food service for drunks. I make good tips and get hit on a lot. Thursday night a cute guy asked for my phone number and I just laughed it off. "hahaha that's not on the menu!" etc. But as he walked away, saying he'd try again next time, I realized that he was pretty cute. But my automatic response was always no, because A.) I just got out of a 2-year relationship and am not used to accepting dates and B.) most late night flirters are total creep-o's. But shit, now I feel like posting a craigslist missed connection for this guy. Kyle, if you're out there: I have your cookies.
School starts in a little over a week. I'm pretty stoked. I'm on my final two victory laps, taking bullshit classes like ballroom dancing and women's studies 101 because all my requirements are filled.
Going to bed sounds like the best idea ever.
My main job is late night food service for drunks. I make good tips and get hit on a lot. Thursday night a cute guy asked for my phone number and I just laughed it off. "hahaha that's not on the menu!" etc. But as he walked away, saying he'd try again next time, I realized that he was pretty cute. But my automatic response was always no, because A.) I just got out of a 2-year relationship and am not used to accepting dates and B.) most late night flirters are total creep-o's. But shit, now I feel like posting a craigslist missed connection for this guy. Kyle, if you're out there: I have your cookies.
School starts in a little over a week. I'm pretty stoked. I'm on my final two victory laps, taking bullshit classes like ballroom dancing and women's studies 101 because all my requirements are filled.
Going to bed sounds like the best idea ever.
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I'd major in salsa!
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