But it was hardly sexual.
I went to the Jolly Roger last night in high spirits. We smashed pizza in our collective face, and I drank a fair amount of alcohol. Well, actually, I was hammered even before the Roger.
I met an oke who reads a book every three days, and also doesn't eat his pizza crusts.
I laughed. Alot.
I feel pretty shitty this morning. Emotional. But perhaps its the hangover. Or that he left a week ago.
PS: Small Bum wears self-tan. (No further illustration is needed.)
PPS: He dumped me remember. (A little embarrassing.)
PPPS: I may have to see his hockey chick friends again tomorrow night. And I have a game plan, if, and that's IF, I feel up to seeing them. I will back myself 100%. Flat out.
For example: "Shame, Peas, how are you doing?" (Cue pitiful, tilted-head gaze from person posing the question.)
Peas: Oh! (guilty look) I'm doing just great, of course. But shame...poor boy...how is he? (Cue really pitiful stare back.) I hope you're there for him, he's got some tough times ahead. Poor, poor guy...
PPPPS: I won't be able to pull that off, but imagine if I could?
PPPPPS: Please may this day go quickly. My head, she is pounding.