A little redhead artist
Thursday Dan tells me that there is a party on Friday, would I like to go? Figuring I have nothing better to do, I say okay.
Enter Julia.
Kinda short, 5'2" or so, straight red hair, and into drama and the arts. Dan is sitting at a card table, and I ask him, are you drinking? Because he is driving, and if he was drinking I would call Jeff to come save me.
"Erika, I have to be honest with you."
I'm terrified. He's doing something bad. He lied to me about not drinking. What's going on?
"You see my friend Julia over there? She really wants you."
Holy shit.
Now she is number 65 in my phone, and as soon as I stop croaking with this nasty cold then I will call her, I'm thinking tomorrow.
Woo hoo!!
Enter Julia.
Kinda short, 5'2" or so, straight red hair, and into drama and the arts. Dan is sitting at a card table, and I ask him, are you drinking? Because he is driving, and if he was drinking I would call Jeff to come save me.
"Erika, I have to be honest with you."
I'm terrified. He's doing something bad. He lied to me about not drinking. What's going on?
"You see my friend Julia over there? She really wants you."
Holy shit.
Now she is number 65 in my phone, and as soon as I stop croaking with this nasty cold then I will call her, I'm thinking tomorrow.
Woo hoo!!