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Sometimes you’re not looking for Mr. Right. Sometimes you’re just looking for Mr. Alright-I-Guess-You’ll-Do.
- Well hello, stranger. I didn’t see you there standing in the corner surrounded by five of your closest friends and double the beer bottles.
- That is a lie. I saw you 15 minutes ago. You were the guy who bumped into me on my way out of the bathroom.
- Big hands. Big feet. Can’t lose.
- He’s at the bar. Now’s my chance to precariously wedge myself in between the masses and be close enough to order my [insert bomb] so I can show him I’m a great time.
- Oops, accidentally ordered one too many–maybe I should announce in his direction that I have a free bomb for the taking.
- And he bit. Thank God my mama taught me to be well-mannered.
- He just requested “Ignition (Remix)” from the DJ. It’s like he knows me.
- We just walked by his group and they all seem really nice except that Andrew guy. He was either shooting me some serious side-eye or has a really weird, drunken lazy eye. Can’t be sure.
- You’re going to go outside and smoke? Okay, cool. By the time you’re finished with that cigarette, I will have had just enough time to part the Red Sea that is the line to the ladies’ room.
- Let’s make sure my tits are in place and double check that I am definitely not on my period. Mother Nature is a cruel bitch sometimes.
- Oh, thank God.
- Did smoking that cigarette give you the confidence you needed to put your hand on the small of my back? And lean in? Oh, and kiss me?
- You taste like cigarettes and a bad decision.
- But yay, cigarettes! I’m fiending.
- “Wagon Wheel” is on. It’s game time.
- Oh, sure I guess I don’t mind riding with your friends. In an Altima.
- Can’t we just grab a cab and do inappropriate things in the back seat until we get to your place? Can you afford a cab?
- No? Clown car it is, then.
- This Andrew kid and I are about to be a lot closer than either of us originally planned tonight…
- Oh God. I remember hooking up with Andrew senior year and then he fell off the face of the Earth. It’s not drunken lazy eye.
- I wonder if this guy is better than Andrew in bed?
- “Can we stop by Taco Bell?”
- If I can remember where he lives in relation to this Taco Bell, I can use it as an escape route in the morning AND get a waffle taco for breakfast.
- Thank God, we’re here. I’m sure Andrew is just as happy to have my butt bone out of his thigh as I am to never have to touch him again.
- OMG PUPPY!
- You physically cannot take my panties off any faster than with Taco Bell and a puppy.
- Or I guess we could just sit in your living room and awkwardly eat this Taco Bell and be complete strangers.
- Is this how I’m going to die?
- “How far is this away from [insert widely known landmark here]?” Texts best friend: “Approx 4 miles from [place] with ‘Alex.’ If you don’t hear from me by x o’clock tomorrow morning, call on the search parties.”
- You don’t have to make the grand gesture of showing me your nightly routine. I’m here for the next six hours, tops.
- Just lie down in bed. He’ll get the hint.
- Why aren’t you getting the hint? I’ll even take off my shoes. See? I’m undressing myself. Let’s do this already.
- Eureka! The boy has a brain.
- We definitely have thoughts about your penis size just like you definitely have thoughts about our cup size. Sex is a two-edged sword.
- Nope.
- Yep.
- Go to sleep so I can text my friends about what just happened, set an alarm on vibrate, and take a cat nap.
- Are we dating? Don’t try to cuddle with me. You’re gross and sweaty and smell like beer and cigarettes.
- Fine. As long as you’re the big spoon so I can text and check Twitter.
- Where did my clothes go? I need to figure out the logistics of this before I make my move.
- Seriously, though, there are only so many places my panties can be, right?
- Nice puppy. Don’t bark. Go back to sleep. It’s going back to sleep and holy shit that’s adorable.
- Yes, cab company. I realize it’s an ungodly hour but I also realize that I only have 7 percent battery left. C’mon.
- Waffle taco, take me away.
I just schedule sex like I do appointments. Check for openings and confirm with the other party. Never fails. Save time and money.
43 too many things.
I just think your place or mine?
This 44 this and that is getting old….meh blah blah…it’s a one nighter now… get in and get out…or make breakfast in the morning! Peace