I am so tired. It just seems to be one thing after another. So I stay home by myself and retreat like a hermit.
You’ve chosen to slap the “infidelity” label on his actions, and now you feel compelled to have a full-blown my-boyfriend-cheated-on-me meltdown.
 

Dear Ms with the clipboard :)

You were the stunning, delightfully awkward red head corner girl in the club holding a clipboard near the entrance and suggesting people to get airbrush tattoos, with you yourself having a series of glittery blue stars on the side of your forehead. I had given you my name and as you had written it down, you weren't fond of your handwriting, which I nonetheless complimented. After having talked to you briefly (my flirting was pretty horrible, but cute), I was convinced to get my own temporary tattoo, to which you suggested a series of small lips on my little cleavage (I was wearing a tank top and scarf)... but I didn't pick that idea because the tattoo would go to waste if those lips weren't yours.
When: 
2012-11-11 08:00:00
Where: 
Red Room on Richards
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