11:32p.m.: Late start tonight. Oh well, not letting that slow me down! Gettin my drank on.
1:04a.m.: Get to the next bar and see Bowling Green pretty much immediately. I walk up and say hi because I literally never see him out. It’s loud as fuck so he leans in to say something to me, and I swear he was about to kiss me right there but instead he says, “I have a girlfriend. It happened yesterday.” I’m kinda like wtf and who cares so I just say, “Duly noted,” and walk away.
1:33a.m.: I’m getting bored quick and start texting all the guys I know that I think are attractive. Classy right?
1:38a.m.: Text back from Personal Trainer. Not my personal trainer of course, but that’s what he does. Anyways I know him from school, but we’re both from here and living at home again. I haven’t seen him in years, and I was always closer with his friends than I was with him.
1:43a.m.: Get to Personal Trainer’s house. He’s actually kind of witty and charming, which I was not expecting. Did I mention how drunk I was? Yeah. Really drunk. Drunk enough for me to tell him that I thought I was going to hate him but that “I actually kind of like you!” *facepalm.* Anyways, it was drunk sex. Nothing to write home about. But he was nice to hang out with and I’d probably do it again.
5:49a.m.: Headed home. People are going to church. Win.
1:32p.m.: Wake up to 10 missed calls and 12 texts. Bowling Green says, “Sorry for being a dick last night.” What? He might think I actually care about what he does. I could care less that he has a girlfriend, and I really didn’t think he was a dick last night so I reply, “lol I didn’t really think you were a dick but thanks?” He doesn’t say anything. Probably won’t talk to him for a while. I need to start cutting ties around here to be honest.