SNOOP
my friend and i went to a concert with a friend of a friend of a friend, who is no friend of mine. i think he's kind of a creep, but then again, i'm judgemental like that. he had a friend with him, and it turns out we both only came to the concert because someone else wanted us to go.
he was into me.
i was soo not into him, but as the night wore on (and the alcohol and my silliness increased) i started thinking...ok...he's nice, he is good looking, he has this big motorcycle.. could be fun..
very unchelle and pretty bad yeah :(
anyway. he wanted to take me for a ride on his bike (yeah, yeah, yeah, that's not all.. he wanted to take me for a ride on...i know). he didn't have a helmet with him, so i wouldn't go. we ended up following him back to his house (which turned out to be in a plush neighborhood atop the hills.. overlooking a very beautiful view of the city lights at night) so he could get a helmet, and i got my ride. i made him take my patient friend for a ride as well, since she was being pretty nice about the whole sitch. while they were out, i did a little snooping around his house. his very clean house. his very well decorated house.
now i know that it's not nice to snoop. i know! i do have my snooping code of ethics, though. no touching anything, which means no opening drawers/closed doors. the answering machine is off limits. that was hard...he had two new messages. however...for all you snoops out there, just to let you know...the bathroom is a "free space." you are allowed to go through anything and everything in the bathroom. it's kind of like a public space.
there seemed to be a lot of pics of him and a girl. actually, i guess it was the same girl in all the pics. i wasn't really comparing. good friend? possibly. he had a hair dryer in the bathroom. ok, could be his. he had estee lauder eye makeup remover in the cabinet. probably not his. he had girly cds--dixie chicks, britney spears, nsync, backstreet boys...ok, something is wrong here.
...to be continued when my brain starts functioning again...
he was into me.
i was soo not into him, but as the night wore on (and the alcohol and my silliness increased) i started thinking...ok...he's nice, he is good looking, he has this big motorcycle.. could be fun..
very unchelle and pretty bad yeah :(
anyway. he wanted to take me for a ride on his bike (yeah, yeah, yeah, that's not all.. he wanted to take me for a ride on...i know). he didn't have a helmet with him, so i wouldn't go. we ended up following him back to his house (which turned out to be in a plush neighborhood atop the hills.. overlooking a very beautiful view of the city lights at night) so he could get a helmet, and i got my ride. i made him take my patient friend for a ride as well, since she was being pretty nice about the whole sitch. while they were out, i did a little snooping around his house. his very clean house. his very well decorated house.
now i know that it's not nice to snoop. i know! i do have my snooping code of ethics, though. no touching anything, which means no opening drawers/closed doors. the answering machine is off limits. that was hard...he had two new messages. however...for all you snoops out there, just to let you know...the bathroom is a "free space." you are allowed to go through anything and everything in the bathroom. it's kind of like a public space.
there seemed to be a lot of pics of him and a girl. actually, i guess it was the same girl in all the pics. i wasn't really comparing. good friend? possibly. he had a hair dryer in the bathroom. ok, could be his. he had estee lauder eye makeup remover in the cabinet. probably not his. he had girly cds--dixie chicks, britney spears, nsync, backstreet boys...ok, something is wrong here.
...to be continued when my brain starts functioning again...
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