My Taste In Men Is The Worst

So. I apparently have a major issue with guys my own age. I either like guys my younger brother's age, which I won't touch because of the whole "you're only freshly legal thing and I don't feel like cradle robbing right now" mood of things. Or, I like guys way older. Like, in their thirties. I'm sure you remember that debacle with Jeremiah, my 31 year old hook up who ended up ruining the universe. Well... there's a new one I have my eye on. Who is, you guessed it, ten years my senior.

I happen to think he's absolutely gorgeous. He certainly doesn't look his age, I honestly judged him at 25 when I first met him. So. Chris is a week into the job and flirting with me, so I invited him to a party this past Friday night. I got out about 9, so I ended over to the party early and was the first one there as per my usual. I cracked open a beer and relaxed waiting for everyone else to get off work. Once a decent amount of people got there, the beer pong games started. Courtney and I won both our games and took bragging rights.

Once I was properly drunk, the closing shift showed up to the party. Which included Chris. I was pretty damn happy about that one. Some more drinking occurred, one or four blunts were passed around. I was basically glued to his side all night. I told him it was his job to keep me warm and giggled on the inside when his arm was around me. I told him straight out I thought he was hot and that people kept leaving us alone because of that.

Drunk Birthday

My 22nd birthday was on the 7th and I should have written this post the day after but I've been avoiding the computer for some reason lately. I suck.

The day started with me leaving the house to beautify. I got a french manipedi, my hair cut, and my eyebrows done. Seriously guys, I cut my hair. Like five inches went from my head to the ground. It's much shorter than I wanted, but what's done is done and hair grows back. From that, I drove down the street to grab some lunch and some booze.

I'm sitting in a drive through and my car starts freaking out. Luna starts sputtering, stalling, and refusing to work. I manage to get out of line and into a spot but I know my clutch is dead. Thank you Luna for your amazing birthday gift, the amazing disappearing clutch. It rocked. I called my uncle, told him what happened, and asked him to come get me. I then called Erika that I wouldn't be at her house as soon as I had planned. Sitting at a McDonald's for close to two hours is no picnic my dears.

After much struggle, my car ends up being towed back to my house. Uncle offers to drive me to Erika's so I don't miss my own birthday party. I grabbed my bags and hop in, happy I actually get to end the night on a better note. She wasn't home when I got there, so I let myself in and start getting dressed. I'm all done up with my new do, killer heels, skinny jeans, and a shirt that makes my boobs the main attraction.

Like That Akon Song I Love

Ah to be home in comfy sweats in my warm, warm bed! It was such a long day and honestly I'm wicked glad it's over. I can't wait until I leave the house for fun and not for errands. It's getting pretty old only leaving with my family and not because I have a date or plans with a friend. I know it sounds a little whiney but I'm pretty lonely now. It's really not that I'm just lonely because I'm single and don't have my own personal cuddle buddy. I just miss having a huge group of friends and tons of plans. You'd get bored too if you sat at home all day with no one but your brother and cat. XD

So far the only times I'm been asked on an outting, not including the friend I did make, is by completely creeperish men with the sole goal of getting in my panties. Yes, there are pretty great panties but there's more to a girl than her undergarments. I wish I could just meet one decent prospect to talk to. Or perhaps just a more active social life. I can be a pretty social girl, I love me some dancing and drunken antics! I promise I'm not all that boring. =] I guess for now I'll have to settle for all my friends via internet connection. Internet based friends are better than no friends!

That's all she wrote for today, folks. I'll be back tomorrow and hopefully give a more fulfilling rant or rambling...