Scenes from my 7th grade sleepover -or-...
(Back story: so on Saturday night, I met a boy. And by "a boy," I mean a 23-year-old who took a liking to me. And because I wasn't interested and because Stacey and I have the maturity of seventh grade girls when we're having a legit holiday weekend sleepover, she convinced me that it would be fun to text him on Sunday night. Even though we weren't at all drunk. Here's what unfolded...)
Us: hi there. You met my friend last night. Do you like her or do you
like like her?
Him: who is this? Lol
Us: I'm at a sleepover with the girl you met. Check yes or no.
Him: lol where did I meet her? Then I can let you know.
Us: did you meet more than one girl? She did say you were a stud
Him: I was with a bunch of friends and met their friends, so I met a
bunch of ppl last night. Was she wearing a red shirt?
Us: yes she was! She's still wearing it cause it reminds her of you.
Him: lol
Him: haha, who is this? If your [sic] with her, tell her to text me, she has my info
Us: lol [Editor's note: I would never voluntarily use lol in a text, but you know, when in Rome...]
Him: who is this? And how did u get my number lol
Us: its just her friend. We were just kidding
Him: lol she was cool, her friend was kind of annoying
Annnd that's where we lost interest and headed to the hot tub. Good choice? I think so.
Sep 9th