another night at kickball
As I stand around talking to my team my head suddenly jerks to the side. Some jerk off thinks it is funny to pull my ponytail. My reactionary automatic punching fist clamps down and is ready to engage. I turn around with a quick "I better know you and like you." In mind.
But then everything is in the right place because it is mister tall, white and pretty darn cute from two weeks ago. This isn't just a run of the mill drunk guy trying to get in my pants. This is a drunk guy I want in my pants.
We talk. He is smart. Drunk but smart. He is glad to see me again. I am glad to hear that.
But then everything is in the right place because it is mister tall, white and pretty darn cute from two weeks ago. This isn't just a run of the mill drunk guy trying to get in my pants. This is a drunk guy I want in my pants.
We talk. He is smart. Drunk but smart. He is glad to see me again. I am glad to hear that.