This isn't supposed to happen to me.
I just got home a little bit ago. Feeling a bit parched, I decide to walk to the store and buy something refreshing. I notice a tall person getting into her car into the parking lot. She looks kinda familiar. I nod it off as nothing. As I get closer, the person jumps out of the car, runs across the street, jumps on me, and starts kissing my neck while mumbling something I can't really understand. Naturally, I hold her up to keep her from falling, but I lean her down a little bit and look at her face. It's Stephanie! (A friend from a while back that I met my sophmore year.) I asked her what she said. "When are you going to call me and ask me out!?" Being the ladies man stud that I am, (psh, yeah right) I whip out my sharpie and ask for her number. She jots it down on my arm. After a few more kisses on the neck and a more-than-loving embrace, she gets in her car and tells me to call her at 9:30.
What the hell is this? This kinda stuff just doesn't happen to me. I'm happy, yes, but oh so very confused. I'm going to call her later. But for right now, i'm going to go take a shower. My arms are covered in ink.
What the hell is this? This kinda stuff just doesn't happen to me. I'm happy, yes, but oh so very confused. I'm going to call her later. But for right now, i'm going to go take a shower. My arms are covered in ink.