oh my god.. i have no idea how i do it.. not only do i essentially get away with murder time and again, but i always seem to manage to get my hands on not only the hottest guy in the room, but the most wonderful. i do believe i'm cute, but definitely not anywhere near cute enough to explain this phenomenon.
i think i can partially attribute it to the fact that i am rather cute, but equally important is my confidence (i'm not shy, i always put myself out there and start a conversation with a guy, rather than just wishing he'd talk to me) and i'm a sweet, friendly girl. so maybe even the guys who don't think i'm that cute are charmed by my silly, oft drunken outgoing-ness. or maybe guys are just horny, and can tell i'm easy. i'm sure i seem easier than i am.. i mean, i am super easy, but only for guys i think are really awesome. and i'm very picky. so it evens out. or maybe they actually like who i am. i have no idea.
i really don't know how i do it, but it's a miracle. not only are they hot, but they treat me with such respect, like a princess, even when i do nothing to deserve it. like this guy i just met, but somehow already have butterflies over. i randomly ended up sitting on his lap in the back of a crowded van, and that was that.
he must have been an angel to deal with me and my obscene drunkenness. and not only deal with it, but totally appease it. he took good care of me. i was a super drunk brat, "can you get me weed, can you get me water, can you get me a beer, can we listen to jaguar love, where are my leggings"..and so on. he was so sweet. he even missed his first class of the semester because i was still passed out. he didn't wake me up. if i had taken someone like myself the other night home, i would have at least been annoyed, if not appalled. i was like filthy from divine filth.
of course he's not from new york originally, which explains why he's so ridiculously sweet.
i've always somewhat suspected it, but if he actually calls me after that, i can't think of any explanation other than my being the luckiest girl in the world. either way i'm disgustingly lucky.. i don't know anyone that has a family as awesome as mine. i have the most sweet, friendly, safe, suburban set up.. it's disgustingly nice. all i really worry about is anything happening to them. thats my only true, concrete fear. the other ones are much more abstract.
so yeah, i'm spending the end of my night in one of my favorite ways... sleepy, blissfully buzzed, and dreaming about a sweet and gorgeous stranger.
haha, i'm the quintesential adolescent girl.. only not adolescent anymore. technically.
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