Too social

I called my friend Mad D about the weekend.

I told her about the two occasions of butterflies. Once was at a bar. The other at the boy’s house. And they were like magnets the butterflies were.

Both occasions I’m sure the other party felt nothing real, because they were intoxicated. Plus, I don’t drink. So I don’t know why this happened. I liked drunken physics lesson I did.

Back to the call to Mad D. So I told her how I was drawn to him. I expected, no I wanted her to say, “he likes you lots, call him”. Instead she really had nothing to say. Just that he just broke up with Miss Beauty Queen.

But back to the bar situation. I don’t hang out in bars. The only fun thing for me is the music and or the pool playing. I know what bars are for, so why do I expect there to be sober people about? Let alone someone sober hitting on me.

I’m seriously considering a life as an ogar. I saw Shrek. Seems like the good life.

Meet me in the swamp.~kt