I went to a club sober this weekend. Not just any club either, a club that gives you colour coded glow bracelets that pertain to your relationship status. Needless to say, it might not have been the best choice i've ever made in my life. "Goin' clubbin' " is an interesting ritual that our species has developed. Most girls say that they dont go to the club to meet boys, there just going "to have a good time and dance and party with the girls!"...yeah, and i bet your going to cali next weekend too. With all that booty shaking and gyrating (not to mention the 4inch heals and short shorts) i find it very hard to believe. Then theres the fact that we all spend an hour to get ready only to get there and look exactly the same as every other girl in a halter/tube/tank top and skinny jeans/skirt with leggings. And for what? The akward looking, kinda skinny, drunk boy standing by the bar? Im think im going to start hanging out at the laundry mat instead...do you think the boys there will know that the green glow stick means single?
Love Forever
Jamie
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i'm that skinny kinda awkward drunk boy... ouch.
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