08-05-2004 - 3:40 p.m.
I am seriously one big giant mess when it comes to the men!
Last night I went on a date with one boy, Kenny, but wound up staying over my regular boy's house. What?!?!? I know, I know, the way it all went down was so evil, but really I couldn't help myself. My boy is just too damn cute.
Basically, Kenny had asked me out a long time ago and in my drunkeness on Saturday night I made actual plans with him for Wednesday. And since I hadn't talked to my boy for a while, I figured that going out with another guy would be just what I needed- you know, a change of scenery. (As Jane says, NOTHING WILL MAKE U 4GET ABOUT A BOY LIKE ANOTHER BOY.) So we hung out at 3 different bars, and Kenny proceeded to drop at LEAST 2 to 3 hundred dollars in the course of the evening. We had beers and shots and mixed drinks, a few appetizers at one place, and since he was all about flashing the cash and he was friends with every bartender he kept giving 20s for tips. Of course I kept giving him money but he'd just give it right back to me. So, needless to say it was one damn expensive date for him. After all that, he was probably expecting to get something in return, right?
Well... then I convinced him to go to this other bar where I "ran into" my boy. Yes, yes, I totally knew he'd be there, I am just an awful evil girl. So, at this bar I proceed to totally ditch Kenny and not talk to him for the entire hour or so that we're there. Instead I talk to everyone else and their mother (my boy included) while he sits at the bar alone. Again, I know, that was so totally evil. Eventually he says he wants to go, and even though he said I could stay I felt obligated to leave with him. (This was after I made the proclamation to my boy's friend that "I came on a date with Kenny and I just want to go home with Steve!") So, we bounce.
Then, as he's dropping me off at my car he gives me the whole "I had a really great time" speech. And he proceeds to ask if we can do this again sometime because he had such a good time hanging out with me. In the meantime, as he's saying all these wonderfully nice things to me, I'm getting out my cell phone to call my boy! So I just look up from my phone and I'm like "Um... yeah, call me!" and I gave him a hug and bounced. Then I got in my car and called my boy. Evil, evil, evil.
Anyways, I'll skip all the details and get down to the point that my boy freaking left the bar so that he could hang out with me instead! That was a total score. Of course he was wasted, but really when isn't he? Plus I was too, and I'm the one that made the booty call so really who am I to judge? The thing that totally sucked was that I had made plans to meet my friend at 7 am to go running and I actually kept my promise. So at 7 o' clock in a drunken stupor I ran 3 miles on the boardwalk. All the while suppressing my urge to projectile vomit.
So, last night was great. I totally got treated like a lady on a real date, AND I got to hookup with the boy I really like. Now, if only the date had been with my boy then the night would've gone from great to perfect.
The downside? My parents think I'm a total ho! There's been a few occasions where I stayed over my boys house. And now all of the sudden I go out with a guy who's pretty much a stranger and I don't come home. I just want to be like don't worry, I'm ho'ing out with the same guy all these times!
