sleepovers

it's funny how as soon as you say one thing, the exact opposite happens. like, that whole sleeping alone thing. the next night, mr. facebook slept over. what was supposed to be a fun happy hour with tulsa, turned into an awkward night of no chemisty and less that inspiring conversation. ok, i thought, just friends is perfectly ok with me. until his roommate and him left my roommate and i at the bar abruptly, having not paid for one of their pitchers. we were chased out by the waitress!!!!

obviously, this pissed us off, so we headed to another bar, where mr. facebook and his friend decide to join us. beer upon beer later they are at our apartment and end up staying the night.* beats spooning with cats!

the next night i do spend alone, having worked about 12 hours i didn't meet up with friends and went straight to bed, after cleverly dodging texts from mohawk. hmmmm. that guy makes absolutely no sense to me and i think he's a wino =) not that wine is bad....but he seems to live off of the stuff.

the next night is another adventure at knox st pub, where i meet a red raider. i tend to avoid red raiders because all they want to do is make fun of our football team, but i put up with this one because he is pretty cute and i'm pretty tired and don't feel like moving from my chair (plus, at this point i realize i might be in deperate need of a ride home later, as most of the girls i came with seemed to have "other plans" for the eveing). so, as it turns out, i do need a ride home, which his friend doesn't hesitate to give. granted this wasn't the safest idea, and they did almost get lost in south dallas, i made it home without a scratch. to repay the red raider for finding me a ride home, he stays the night.* 2 out of 3...not bad!

*this would all seem incredibly slutty, but NOTHING happened with either of these guys that even falls into the slut category, so innocent as charged!