When you're about to leave, tell him "bye." At that point, he should say something. If he doesn't say anything, well, our drinks were free and he gets a free make out with yours truly.
You might not want to sit on your couch. Actually you may want to throw it away. My bad.
It didn't go so well. He got drunk and asked my dad if 'front or back' virginity mattered more.
Its 11am everyones wasted wearing sombreros and eating fresh produce..cesar chavez would be very proud
my night ended in me puking all over jenna's bed, then me trying to wash the sheets in the toilet.
Its name is Richard. And I think he formally introduced us.
I'm getting to the point of going up to a guy and saying "Hi I'm maggie and i can put my foot behind my head"... That desperate.
We were naked in bed for hours and we didn't have sex. Either he's gay or he wants to respect me. Neither of which I approve of.
No no no...you park the car, stick your tongue down his throat, slip your number in his pocket, invite him to insomnia, and THEN LEAVE. You go from awkward to epic in a matter of seconds.
I just found a plastic cup with panties inside of it. Let's play CSI.
Christ, I really took the slutcake last night.
Wait. Someome brought slutcake?
Fake an illness. Her and her friends are like the female version of guys who wear tapout shirts
Just ignore his excessive use of exclamation points and be happy this one is of age.
You fucker.
My mom is currently out with her lesbian friends and I'm home alone drunk listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack. WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO COMPETE WITH HER?
no we have a special triathlon I'm entering us in. drinking, fucking, and sleeping. I think we have a good shot.
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