so yesterday I met some friends for coffee at Maude’s, gainesville’s most pretentious yet quaint coffee shop. it was a good time. they are fun kids. after maude’s we went back to ash’s house where ash proceeded to cook us all dinner (spaghetti and chicken) which was delicious. i tried hitting on ash’s friend but nothing was happening. it’s a blow to the ego when you hit on a girl that’s almost 5 years your junior and you receive little to no response. oh well though. my gay friend seemed to make a romantic connection with this boy that was invited to our get together mid-get-together. i think i like gay people more than straight people sometimes. some of them are assholes, don’t get me wrong, but most of them are just cool and nice. i dunno. makes me wonder if we breeders are the defects.
like i said, that whole shin-dig lasted ‘til about 2 or so at which point one of my new friends drove me home. when i arrived home and sat down to write about the events of the evening, my cell phone vibrated. jenn seemed to be drunk, hurt, and looking for something. i knew this was a pothole filled road with lots of emotionally clingy garbage spread throughout the emergency lanes. instead of responding to jenn’s text I decided it was time to slum it a bit. i called my insecure, less attractive than most, friend courtni and asked if she wanted to watch a late night movie at my place. she was completely asleep, as it was 2 or so in the morning, but the sheer happiness in her voice at the thought made me a little uncomfortable at first. fuck it. whatever i had to do to not fall into that twisted cliche romance with jenn was acceptable. even if it was at the expense of cortni’s self-confidence. i think from this you can piece together what happened but just in case, i’ll share. cortni came over, “movie watching” lasted about 20 minutes, the move was made.
she hesitated which made me think of the night-cap waiting in my fridge and wether this was all worth it. i think i told her we would go on a real date one of these days which seemed to be the key because she shivered only 20 minutes later.
post sex alcohol and cigarettes are probably what heaven is comprised of, mostly. plus stinking of boos and ciggs is the repellent for sober girls and their snuggling. cortni realized this and quickly took her walk of shame. i think it’s safe to say i can erase her number from my phone.
those fucking drinks kept me up for another 2 hours peeing. see i have this thing where i don’t like to be woken up to pee, so for every drink i have late at night, i calculate an hour from after the last drop is ingested as a safe time to pee and sleep. 2 drinks = 2 hours. simple math. i don’t really remember falling asleep but this morning i realized that i hadn’t showered after last nights little transaction. gross and kinda hot at the very same moment
