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02-20-2017, 09:04 PM
WHY???? DID I NOT GET THIS TAG??? Oh GOD I'm so sorry! I was late and I was sloshed. Mostly from the nervousness of meeting someone new. Ain’t like they were supposed to be new though; apparently they were from my herd anyway. Some dude named Manon--my logic being that man was already in the name, so that had to mean dick right off the bat, right? God I was nervous. Chico was grounded because there was no way I was gonna trust him to be a decent wingman with this margin for fuck up. I wasn’t helping myself either, though, even though I definitely thought I was. I guess I thought coming in already having pregamed meant I was gonna come in with confidence, because the abstract idea of romance didn’t scare me, but facing it head on terrified the crap out of me. There was just one problem: I guess in my head “confidence” meant being fucking loud. “MANON,” I screamed out, blurry-faced and hot-cheeked, looking around for anyone who looked like they had “man” in their name, “Yo, MANON, WHERE YOU AT. Time to put the MOVES on, feel me?” I hoped he’d feel me. … ...uh-- You know, the one at W. 103rd and Broadway? |
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