Thursday, December 31, 2009

i don't want it even if it's free


once this girl told me that.

That night I was drunk, high and chemically happy and sauntered up to this redhead in a bar and said: Do you want to have intercourse with me?

I was dressed in tight jeans that showed off my (objectively) cute ass perfectly. My teeth had just been bleached to the hue of sugarcubes. I couldn't believe she didn't fall for my beauty and my bold come-on.

I have spent the evening picking on old scars. On my body. On my soul.

Once someone called me a bad kisser. Another time someone called me a bad friend. Somehow it was worse being called a bad kisser.

I think something is wrong with me.

3 comments:

  1. being a bad kisser is the worst.

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  2. There is something wrong with all of us, don't worry.

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  3. Being a bad kisser will always be worse than being a bad friend. The person who calls you a bad friend is usually still your friend, the one who calls you a bad kisser will most likely never kiss you again.

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