There
is no need for that! Nothing good
can come from that. EVER!
Well
one night I was out and about with Sando.
It was probably a Wednesday night because that seems to be the night
that we go out and get the most intoxicated. It’s always been a little tradition of ours to go out to our
favorite Mexican restaurant and have a few margaritas.
So,
we did that. Then we went down to
the Watering Hole. I think I was
expecting Guy #1 to be there. But
alas, he wasn’t. Which made me
upset, and a little peeved. I
didn’t remember that he had something to do that following Thursday, so he
wouldn’t be there at all. So we
just drank.
As
the night goes on, Sando’s man piece comes down to the bar to see her and
basically I am sitting there alone wondering where Guy #1 is, and damnit, I
wonder why he’s not texting me.
(Yes, I realize that is annoying.
I am now that girl that sits with her phone attached to her hand and
waits for this ass hat to call me.
And then when the phone rings and its not him I am sorely disappointed.) Moving on…
For
any of you that enjoy reading books, I am going to recommend reading “A Total Waste of Makeup.” It is about a girl who constantly
finds herself waiting by the phone for the object of her affection to call her,
but he doesn’t call at opportune moments.
Then when she finally meets a guy and he comes to her house to see her,
the other guy calls. Hysterical in-between
things. But yea, read that and
then remember this blog, and know that I have turned into the main character
that needs post its all over my house warning myself not to call or text Guy
#1.
Back
to the bar situation. I am now
sitting there basically alone because Sando is chatting with her dude and I
don’t want to be rude and interject when I shouldn’t. So I find myself texting a friend of mine bad things. Now, I don’t necessarily like this
person in a carnal way, but I think its funny to get a rise out of people.
“Hey,
wanna have sex?”
First
of all, don’t ever do this to someone that is your strictly friend. It can never turn out well. (If you take anything away from this
blog it should be this; don’t have sex with your friends, because you wind up
losing them. Sure, they make
excuses, but like they say, “excuses are like ass holes and every body’s got
one.” And trust me when I say,
dudes for the most part, have nothing but excuses.)
“Hell yes, but I’m drunk and with
the guys right now playing poker.”
Which
was probably true, but come on dude, when someone asks you for sex that moment
you fucking leave wherever you are and you beeline it to that persons
house! Be for real! (Looking back now, I am actually very
happy that he was playing poker because I don’t want to have sex with him.)
“Can
I get a rain check?” he asks me.
“Na. This is a one shot deal. Talk to you soon.”
He
continues to talk to me all night trying for a second chance, but I gracefully
shoot him down at every text he throws back at me. Nope! Moving on
again!
The
funny thing was that when I saw him for the first time after that, he laughed
at me and said he was never going to let me live it down. I shook my head and laughed. Although the laugh was more like,
“ughhh shut the fuck up and never mention this again.”
Long
story short, don’t drink and text, nothing good can come from it ever.
And
don’t be that girl that’s waiting by the phone for some douche to call
you. Chances are, he wont, and
then where does that leave you on a Wednesday night? I’ll tell you right now, it leaves you sitting on a bar
stool texting naughty things to your friends, feeling upset about not being
paid attention to by the guy you really like. Then bad decisions start occurring and then the next thing
you know your drunk and wanting so badly to call the real guy.
Just
take it from me, when you go out drinking, leave the phone at home and have
fun.
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