Jellysickle

I'm not sure why I gave that guy my number. Maybe it was the fact that I had too many beers. Or maybe I was just sick of M's shit and wanted to make him jealous.

Let me tell you a something about jealous bitches. THEY SUCK. I'm not the jealous type, I'm really not. I get jealous every now and then, sure. That's human. Usually it's because there's this girl that is super pretty and perfect. It happens.
Especially when Megan Milligens is around.
That bitch.

Anywho.! So I go to this party. Mr. M is there, all my friends are there, everyone is drinking and having a good time. Sort of.
There's a lot of good looking guys there, I'm not gonna lie! But I'm not the type to go up and flirt or talk to them. For the most part, I just stand there and drool. That's what I fucking do best.

This guy walks up and tells me I'm the prettiest red head he's seen in his life. I'm very flattered and say, "Wow thanks!" Then when he asks me if I want to go out for sushi sometime...I said, "You know what, I'm sorry but no." I did it! I fucking did it! I turned down a guy! I usually fall straight in their trap. I usually give out my phone number like candy. Know why? For most of my life, I wasn't liked by men. I was invisible to guys. Completely invisible. All of a sudden, WHAM, I'm a wanted little lady. And I am eatin that shit up! I love it. I fucking love it. This guy that is hitting on me...he's not really the gentleman type. I want someone who will take me out and then not expect me to sleep with them. Jussayin.

Mr. M hears the whole conversation, and he gets jealous just because this guy hit on me in the first place. Whatever. Don't be immature. We're not together. So I'm ignoring his jealous stares and what not. (Turns out he went outside and punched a tree. Fucking mature.)

Later on in the night, I drink some more beers and we have a different guy hitting on me. This guy is a hella nerd. I can tell. But he's pretty adorable. I go outside for a cigarette. It's pretty chilly outside. I dunno, maybe this is bitchy of me. Or demanding. I'm not sure. But Mr. M is standing there with his big ass coat on, and I have only a tank top on. Shivering my ass off. So I go, "Holy fuck, it got cold tonight!" Mr. M doesn't say anything, just hands me the cigarette. Thanks, asshole. But then the hella nerd takes off his jacket and hands it to me. I'm kind of annoyed at Mr. M for being immature and not giving a damn if my ass is freezing. So I flirt with hella nerd...right in front of Mr. M. "Your jacket smells way good!" (I know. Not my best line. BUT I'M DRUNK, BITCHES, WHAT UP?!) Mr. M gets pissed off and walks inside. I strangely feel accomplished.

Then, right before we're leaving the party, hella nerd asks for my number. Keep in mind...I'm drunk at this point. So I give it out like candy. He's more of a gentleman than Mr. M and he's a nerd which is a turn on. So it's a win. Kind of.

He sent me a picture of himself the next day. And he's wearing a knight's helmet. XD
I died laughing.

....why do I suddenly smell whiskey? And why am I not drinking it?! WJIFEJW?!

Random. THEN. I call Jacob today and he's...cute and funny. And amazing. And everything I ever wanted. As usual. With the exception of 'far away'. I definitely don't want him to be that.

So hella nerd wants to take me on a date, Mr. M is jealous, I'm in love with Jacob, and everything is mixed up. As usual.
END.



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