So there I was, still bored and broke thinking to myself this is what it feels like to die of boredom. I demand entertainment! If I demand that my friends entertain me they will fail or refuse to, not trained monkeys or some bullshit excuse. What's a poor bored girl to do? Ah ha, check my OkC message box. Ooo someone wants to be my sexy man, no seriously he said sexy man, about himself, in for real. The rest of my messages offer nothing more than "hi" and one guy telling me he wants to live in a world where chickens don't have their motives questioned everyone they cross the street. I thought it was funny but not funny enough to make up for his unattractiveness. Moving right along I go to the activities board. I'm looking up movies first because that will be part of my dating demands. Hmmm wait, semi attractive guy saying come hang out with me while I play around with my photography toys. And I say to myself, I say self, we're not doing anything and we have our nifty bus pass and my self says back, okay where does he live. So I send the guy a message. He gives me his address but says he will meet me at the convenience store next to the bus stop (I guess he needs more beer or cigarettes). Now normally I would be very clear about who is paying for beer but this time I really wasn't, damn. I'll figure it out. So a nice little bus ride and a cigarette later I am met by a decent looking guy. We introduce ourselves and he says something like okay let's get some beer. I panic a little. I always panic. I don't have any money, what will he think of me, no job, no real home, no money, just a online dating account and a short skirt. Fuck this is why I make sure that they know they have to buy the beer, pizza, etc. (no wait I'll write out the whole word, it will give me more time to think, etcetera). I hate bring broke more than I hate being bored and I hate being bored, a lot. It makes me remember I could be considered a failure at life. So I'm still panicking and I pull out a cigarette to relieve some stress, fuuuck. Haha, and I say I'll be out here smoking. He goes in alone, my empty wallet is still hermetically sealed, and all is right in the world. He buys a lot of beer and we walk the couple blocks to his house. He talks about his photography hobby and that he'd like to fool around with his new equipment which he describes and I still don't care, I mean understand. I realize he was planning on using me as a subject. I guess guys don't like taking pictures of other guys. Whatevrt, I'm not a total wreck in front of the camera, after a few beers, or eight.
Wow, is that an 18 pack of tall boys?! I didn't know these existed. So, playing coy I only grab one and file him outside. It's a nice day, did I say that yet, well it is, okay, established. He tells me the cold slice of frozen pizza on the counter is for me if I want it. No, I think, I want beer. K thanks. And we drink, and drink, and I eat the pizza, then drink, then some benzos and a warning, I roll my eyes and drink some more. In short I drink a lot as much as both of the boys together, (his roommate joined us at some point). I probably drink too much to be a truly cheap date. The rest is just pieces, I wake up to a tight embrace, as in he held me all night, what a sweet if scrawny man. And I'm not just calling him a man now because we had sex, I don't remember, but I do remember where he keeps his condoms, before and after use. I stare at the ceiling, as I tend to do. I get antsy, I put on my clothes and say goodbye, and nice time, and thanks for the beer, and leave my headphones behind-damn it. Oh well, I'll steal another pair or have someone buy me a new pair (thanks Caleb). I go home and shower in preparation of my next date, beer and a short skater boy in orange. Who wears orange?
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