Last night I got with the most beautiful man. Like being able to say man too because it turns out he was 28. He was an English literature teacher with unbelievable eyes. My sister even approved. Although his friend is the one that took me to the bar (who I had more in common with and noticed first). Me being me drunk, I walked off to dance alone and the teacher came after me. Then shit hit the fan cause I decided to tell him I was 18 as for some reason, he believed I was 30. After that he says he can’t anymore, age etc. Even though he continued to kiss me. I walked off to go home with my sister and he followed with the friend, then they both discussed me. The friend pulled me to one side and asked if he could see me again. Me again being drunk was really confused as to whether they were testing me or playing a joke. The teacher was trying to speak to me again at this point, so I’m there in the middle of two incredibly hot men completely baffled as to why they were bothering so much for me. They both have my number and I doubt either will message me, even though they were sober drinking water all night.
do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at