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Friday.

I've forgotten how fun coincidence is.
Lala, peta and I headed out to town for some drinking tonight but we got bounced because we looked under 21.Thank goodness I chose stiletto boots over stiletto's, so my feet were more or less in tact at the end of the night. When we arrived at the Retreat (after being rejected at the parrot) we were all set to get drunk but guess what. This annoying dude from the bar came over and asked us for ids.I thought he looked familiar so I kept looking at him, trying to figure out where it was I saw him from.And it was only after staring at him like a moron for about 1 minute when I figured he was the dude who I bumped into after clubbing with flick at essence.


Last week, after a fabulous night at Essence, Flick and I were walking back to her house when this guy approached me on the street and the conversation went something like this:
Guy: Hey girls,how's it going, where've you girls been
Flick:out
Guy: Had fun?
( At this point I was turning to leave )
when he walks up to me and goes:
Guy: I quite fancy you
Me: Me?
Guy:yea
Me: I've got a boyfriend
Guy: I don't believe you
Flick:It's true,you can check her phone if you want to
Guy: Aw,nah...
(I whip out my phone anyway)
(Guy stares at me intently)
(Fast forwarding....)
Guy:Where've you girls been
Me:Essence, it's an rnb club
Guy:Ah,so you like to shake it huh....I can tell
Flick:It's the skirt
Guy:Nah, it's more than that....it's her
(Me contemplating throwing up on his 'burbon' shirt or whatever shit he calls it)
Anyway,this all ended in him leaning in to kiss me on the cheek,and gripping my coat refusing to let me go.I managed to shake him off though.
Surprisingly, he was looking pretty cute tonight, and I was looking like something a punk biker cat dragged in through a spiked kitty door.
We got bounced from the retreat.
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