Hum….facebook photos from this weekend are beginning to surface…one in particular (from my missing hours Saturday night…) which is calling into question my assumption that Jo DC and I staggered back from the burn and I crashed out in the back of my truck. Picture: me, looking very blissed out, eyes closed, huge smile….random othergirl (FB claims straight…)- eyes closed, her arms around me, kissing my cheeck, body full pressed against mine. Is it evil that I want BRG to see this and be jealous?
Also, another girl in our circle wants to go hiking with me. And she wants to get her haircut like mine. And I think I’m straight girl bait. Which, if this BRG thing explodes painfully (last night, dropped pie off at door of her apartment, pulled a u-turn, bought packaging tape, returned to hers, wrapped up box extra tight….drove home realizing how amazing she is and how long I have waited to meet someone like her) and all signs still say YES, I’m feeling a bit of a swagger coming on realizing I can rebound by helping the curious cute girls in my circle be a little less straight. (It helps that I’ve lost 12 pounds since January. Confidence is boosted! I’m right close to having a four-pack. Six-pack here I come!)
SCORE ONE FOR TEAM SHALLOW. This too is a form of honesty.
I hope no one stole her pie, or banged the box up. Is this love? Higher being help me shitfuckdamnfuckfuckfuck.
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