Omg!
So, last night I went out with some friends to a hookah lounge. It's cool - you can still smoke inside and it's byob so it's hella cheap... plus you get to puff on da hookah, man.
Anywho, Jonathon shows up looking all good n shit... we all went to HS together so yea but in December he and I were supposed to go out.. .you know, like dinner and a movie, got the sitter early and all this shit... the fucker TOTALLY blows me off. He claims to mutual friends he feels so bad and blablabla, now mind you we're 2 months later and not one word from ol' boy. Whatever, I didn't say anything about it, why ruin a fun night, right?
We go here, we go there; this poor guy is driving us girls all over the city - literally. We drop off the other 2 girls and I tell him how to start heading towards home, and he turns the opposite way and says somethin like, "You don't wanna go home yet, it's only 3 - let's go get rocked at my buddies house (way the fuck on the other side of the city). I'm down for it, we go, rip bongs
(OH! totally forgot - funny shit - climbing into his car when we left the hookah lounge [like way early in the night] my pants ripped across the back of my thigh. Fuckin A, right?)
and then we leave. He's talking all, "Oh, what time do you need to be home, what's my time limit, should we go one more place before I take you home?"
So he takes me home, and the whole ride back he was holding my hand, rubbing his hand on my knee, you know, stupid gay shit like that. He pulls up at my house and we chatted for a sec, then ackward pause, ackward pause and I said the whole thanks for taking me home blablabla and I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek like hey no hard feelings about being stood up and this fucker totally recoils! I lean in and just like in slow motion he pulls back and says," What? You wanna kiss me??!?" I was like, dumb fucker I just wanted to give u a friendly kiss on the cheek goodnight.... that's some salty shit, right? So I give the fucker his kiss and he's all smiles and lookin at me like, that's it? I got out of the car. Never any apologies from him for blowin me off. Fucker.
Now, why would he cart my ripped jeans ass all over the city to hang out w/ his friends, hold my hand, rub my knee in the car and ask how long he has me for if even a simple kiss on the cheek causes him to freak?
I hate all you penis toting jerks!
But I love when your weed gets left in my pocket lol hellsyeah!
