I was heading out on Friday for happy hour with friends. I had been doing my liver some great injustice as of late so only anticipated staying for 1-2 rounds...plus I looked like a slob that day and wasn't feeling being out on a Friday night. As I was leaving, Blind-Date-Bootie text me asking what was up. I invited him to meet up with us certain that he'd never come.
He came.
He stood in the corner of the bar, texting on his phone all night. Whenever I tried to pay some attention to him, he played it cool. He didn't want to meet my friends. He just sat there sipping his beer or texting his other booties. Annoying. As I got progressively more and more drunk, I must've been raping him something silly because he pretty much told me straight up that he didn't like "that PDA shit". Whatever. See you later.
Oh yeah, I don't remember the 2nd half of the night, woke up in my bed at home with a pool of vomit in my bathroom and had to call all my friends to ask what happened. Not one of my better moments. But I digress...
When I came to, I checked my phone to find I missed calls and texts from him...so apparently he's still interested. He text me the day after to see if I was ok. I was brutally hungover, and definitely not feeling him.
I should've known better. 1) he didn't look as good as he did when he was naked, in the dark, in my bed and 2) the guy could not handle my social circle...immediate fail there.
I'm cutting him off...even for the bootie...just not into it...
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