January 19, 1992
I was working with my friend who had the Halloween bonfire party. The mall was dead. A guy walked in and said hi to her. I guess they had gone to high school together. Since we weren’t doing anything we talked to him for awhile.
He ended up asking for my phone number. I gave it to him rather reluctantly. I have sworn off men. It’s been three months and I am still not over the last one. Then this guy tells me he’s a truck driver, and is going through a divorce! OMG!!! I’m not a religious person but at that moment I wanted to whip out a rosary and ward off that evil!
The pain came flashing back to me. What am I doing? Why did I give him my number? He was nice to talk to I guess. He’s ok looking, not what I would call hot but not bad either. Maybe he’ll just be a friend. A friend I can handle. A boyfriend I can’t.
What was I thinking? What if he calls? Maybe he won’t and I won’t have to worry about it. I am so totally over men.
I can’t wait till the weekend. I’ll drink and dance and forget about my shit life! Marky Mark will give me some good vibrations! That’s about all the man I can stand…far away and untouchable…gettin my groove on on the dance floor is my speed right now.
Come on come on…
Just me…Marissa
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November 1, 2007 at 9:06 am
drunk american
a friend of mine recently broke up with his redheaded girlfriend named sarah only to go on his very first date after the break up with another redheaded lass named sarah… he thinks life is trying to tell him something important about one day meeting a redheaded sarah who will change his life…