el fin: scenario one
3:40 p.m. | 2006-07-08
I am plagued by the idea that I am so close to leaving this town and leading a normal life. I want my last few months here to be easy, I just want to enjoy myself all the things that I will miss about living here, since I know that I will miss them. Warm Florida sun on a football day with your friends, sitting in the stadium buzzed and screaming for no reason. Late night runs to the drug store or Wal Mart because you dont want to study anymore (or really you dont want to look at your roommate sleep anymore). Have little parties with loads of liquor. Crashing parties with loads of liquor. Writing a paper that both you and your professor know is complete bullshit and still getting a B+.
What scares me the most about leaving is not having that giant pool of friends to help you out when you need them the most. Also the giant pool of bachelors to choose from. I dont want to leave here and not have had at least three good dates. That's probably one of the stupidest goals I have ever made, but I actually want it to happen. Not that I believe that it will, but that I am praying for it to happen. And by three good dates, I mean they happen consecutively with conversations between them, I dont pay a damn thing, and by the last date, I want to be thinking about dropping my panties for this guy. I think I deserve this. With all of the recent horrible dating karma that I have had, I really need this boost. Otherwise, I dont believe that I will ever meet anyone after this. I will be trapped in singledom forever.
And as long as I am on the subject, yes, I still talk to him, and no, nothing much has happened besides the "we should do something again because last time it was shortened by one thing or another".
Which reminds me, the three dates, no board games. Period.
I suggest: Screwdrives at a not so regular hangout on a Friday night will let you wake up the next day with a eerie feeling of satisfaction.