the key to my car... is NOT the key to my heart

[iloveforks]

I was just remembering the time this guy stole (and hid) my car keys at a party where I was so posed to be the designated driver. he thought by hiding my keys I would have to stay the night... and by me staying the night... he hoped I'd stay the night in his pants. he was sadly mistaken. because he didn't steal and hide my cell phone. so I called someone else to pick us up and take our drunk asses home. leaving my car and my stolen/hidden car keys. the next day Kelsey and I walked all the way back to the house while "the guy" wasn't home. broke in... and searched for the keys. NO LUCK. so we hitch hiked all the way to the valley to retrieve the spare key and had my dad drive us back to my car. now that I had the spare key... it wasn't important really to find where my keys had really gone. (i didn't really know the guy took my keys... he denied it and denied it.... but I was pretty sure... where else could they have gone??) now... fast forward this story to 2 months later. another party takes place at this guys house. I go. making sure my keys were safely secured in a SUPER secret location. during the party I end up in the guy's room to watch something on his computer. there weren't enough chairs so I was on the bed. I leaned up against the wall with a pillow behind my back.. for comfort. now, somewhere between computer viewings a pillow fight begun. I took the pillow out from behind my back and threw it at the guy. MY KEYS FELL OUT OF THE PILLOW CASE. he had this look of complete horror. as he should! creep-o. then he explained to me that he really didn't mean to keep them and that he just wanted me to stay that night. my theory was correct.

moral of the story:

stay away from creeps that sleep with a girl's keys...