I went out with Chloe tonight. It’s late, and I don’t even know if I am spelling her fake name right. Whatever. Chloe is engaged. That’s wicked awesome.
Two guys asked for my number tonight.
Lying again (blame my ego). One guy wanted to ask for my number (swear he did) but it was his birthday, and I didn’t know, ‘til he left, that it was his b-day, and that he needed a birthday hooker, not a good girl. The other guy? He was the bar tender flirting for tips. ‘nuf said.
But, the great/delusional part is, I actually thought if I flirted harder either one of them would have really asked for my number.
Nighty-night delusions. Come-ie-come reality, more delusions.
No matter.
Chloe really is engaged, and that’s pretty intense/awesome come what may…
I’m open for her, for me. I’m hopefull. I am supportive.
It’s late. I need top ramen. Ga’ nite.
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