dating site girl here. when I became a legal adult, i packed up my little car and moved to the mountains. i’m a very friendly girl, so i had befriended my university’s librarian, who was so gitty to show me everything he had on geology and climate, and culture, and other colleges. don’t knock librarians, they know stuff, and they get to know what type of person you are while you think you’re simply u********* your things down and going about your business. so anyway, i picked a town on a map and drove off. i’m in my new town and i get bored easily, and of course i couldn’t wait to get close enough to my coworkers at my new job to ‘hang out’ with them somewhere. fuk that, i got on my cutest outfit, and roamed every bar downtown I could find, never mind i wasn’t even of age yet, i’d been sneaking into bars since i was 17, flirting with so many doorman. i knew the drill, sometimes even had s** with them. between people yelling profanities and compliments like ‘beautiful’ and ‘gorgeous’ when i would walk in all these bars and meeting all these awesome brand new people, i somehow ended up at someone’s after-bar party. I had no idea where i had left my car or how i got there (alcohol putz). so this mischievous college guy keeps giving me this smoke bong, in which i have no idea what is in it—marijuana. ? i’m mostly drunk at this point and after taking my turn on this bong only a second time i’m just out of it and inebriated, a mixture of the drug and all the alcohol i’d consumed all night. blacking out, mostly unconscious, i would sometimes manage to get one eye open (what with all the noise around me). i had to see what the fuk was going on around me after all. all night long, between being knocked the fuk out and coming to, i see this handsome rich British guy, with his cute little leather jacket, sitting across from me on a chair, watching over me as he berates his one friend for being the ‘fuktard that got me high!’. this guy, who i have no idea why someone so refined even attended a college way out here, was so perturbed at the behavior of his friends. it was obvious where he was right now was the trashiest low he would let his friends sink him in. i’m sure after one semester this refined creature said “fuk that. .i tried to cohabitat with the mammals mother, please send the limo. .I’m coming home’”. thank God for this perturbed rich man and the morals he came with, as who knows where i would have found myself that night, had he not been there sitting vigil across from me the entire night, making sure no one fuked with me. thank you nice short handsome truck guy (who had a crush on me) who brought me home the next morning, and knew exactly where i had left my car. thank you but your 5’3” small stature probably will not fit well with my height and big curves. fun night. i have to say, once i made friends with all my coworkers and started their version of ‘hanging out’, i was bored out of my fukin’ mind and thinking about the times i would run around from bar to bar not knowing anyone in town. good times.
