This is one of those moments that I know I should not post.
It takes all I can do to write a cohesive sentence.
And yet…
And yet…
And yet…
…I end up at my work party, who I think somehow is trying to make me into a less than par human.
I shant go into more. Suffice it to say the following:
1. The boy I thought was darling was 22.
2. He was at least 20 years younger than the last time I thought a co-worker was eligible for the “Aubrey Crush Project.”
3. I found myself…well., it’s none of your business.
4. Despite it all, I’m sleeping alone.
Must pack,
xoxoxoxoox,
aubs
ps: I’m sorry that this post sucks. I have zero brain cells and a lot of luggage. In the meantime, how ’bout you wonder why my crush picked the slutty hooker over me?
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I thought you’d havce learned your lessonby now about bloggin while drunk. Coffee in hand: good. Drink in hand: bad.
That being said, the simplest answer is, in my experience, most often the correct one. In this case, for example, the answer is clear: He’s your co-worker and she was slutty.
i think you said it first…he’s 22
and will not have to deal with the ‘slutty hooker’ the next day at work
and i think you should post drunk more, they are always entertaining…
As Joe said, he chose the slutty hooker BECAUSE he’s 22. And, unless you were just looking for a no strings attached hookup, sounds like he’s not the guy for you. If you WERE looking for that, well, he also sounds like he’s not the guy for you, because I think you’d prefer someone who’s not an idiot.
Oh, geez. Let’s take it easy on the twenty-two year olds, all right? we’re not all so bad.
funny how in the immediate years after our 22nd birthday, we turn on the 22 year olds.
i still kid myself to think that i’m just as hot, but with a better job.