The Social.

I was invited to go to a small concert last night, Buck 65, and it was fun, a good waste of time.

A girl had her boobs pushed up so far, and it didn’t even look like she was trying to make them look big ’cause they were small, I think she just likes showing off her well-endowed chest, AND she was thin, which is strange too, and she was wearing a tank-top and skirt, and her body looked cute.

I kept telling myself I’ve got to see her face, because she was so far away, it looked cute, but that’s what distance does, but everytime she would walk close I forgot and just looked at push-ups. And then I’d be upset that I missed her face, anyway

I finally saw her face, and it looked great. Exactly, I think, what I thought it’d look like, what I hoped it would. And, man, she had librarian glasses on, wow. Cute. Small. Big.

And then I thought, how sad that all these guys in here are stuck on her chest that they miss her face, her really beautiful face. Not that she was looking, she had a boyfriend with her, but just how sad.

I’ve been more confident lately, I’ve been happier and I like to spread it, I like to show people life is good, and it’ll all be alright.

At the end, when everyone was lining up to talk to the artist (who, by the way, was a mix of spoken word, rap, and rock and techno and dj-ing) (all by just him) and we were about to leave, I saw her, the girl I’d been kind of watching all night. And she wasn’t next to her boyfriend, and she was kind of in that moment where you think “where am I going next”, in the club that is.

And I thought “I have to, I just have to”. I walked up to her, tapped her, she looked, and she looked really sincere and cute (but, you know, these are just first impressions, who knows what she’s like when she gets home) and I said “you have a nice face”.

Anyway, she has really nice boobs, and she said “thanks”, and I just wanted her to know that at least one guy (other than her boyfriend) was not only about her chest.

She is beautiful, she should know it.