You should try to actually date someone, not just fuck ’em.
Women always disappoint.
The fuck you say?
Not you, Fizz. No disappointments from you. Not ever.
You should give someone a chance anyway. And you’re not going to do that while having a drink with me.
And then he asked me to marry him. He used my own advice against me.
I told him that I’m happy with Kris. That I love him dearly. I saw my words crumple his already trampled heart.
I left him at the bar. This was a wound I wouldn’t be able to help him heal.
I’m a fool for hoping that we can still be friends.
This world is not for the weak or kind.
Fortunately, Zach is neither of those things.
It’s funny when word travels and people know you’re not seeing anyone anymore. The girls ask if you’re all right and then suggest a night of drinking.
The guys… They start to extend their little feelers out and test the water. Going out on the town for an evening becomes a loaded event.
You wanna go out this weekend?
Maybe. I’ll see if I can get the guys together and we can paint the town red.
Oh. I was thinking it could be more of a one-on-one sort of deal. Maybe we could get dinner and go for a walk in the city. Try our luck on a lottery ticket, drink shots of tequila while we hang our feet over the harbor…
That’s the terrible thing about friends who ask you out: they know all of your favorite things to do.
Eh, what the hell; it sounds like a good time.
Besides, it’d be pretty fucked up if I told him “no” when I have three other dates set up (today, tomorrow, and the day after).
Conclusion: Some people find me cute as fuck.
You’d think the Friend Zone would be nice, but all I found were enemies…
I broke it to him gently…
Now that I think about it, it’s probably nice to be in my Friend Zone. I dunno. I think I treat my friends pretty damned well. I’ve spent hundreds of dollars bailing a few out of jail (it’s always the same fucking ones), I let them shit in peace at my place (and I have soft toilet paper, mind you), and if one of them ever said, “Jess, I need your help. I can’t tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we’re gonna hurt some people,” I’d say the proper response: “…whose car are we gonna take?”
The line above is from The Town. I’m not clever enough to come up with that.
I think it’s weird when my friends start to date each other.
It’s how I know when my buddies are fucked up (that’s Emre).
Or when I’m being an asshole.
And to remember Kevin can be cute sometimes.
jifutababa. Add me to take a peek into my life via photos.
…I don’t wanna see your dick.
And in the red corner, weighing in at none of your goddamned business! JESHKA!
It’s one of those days when it feels like everyone is in my corner. Alex, Matt, and sweet Kendrick… I must’ve done something right in a past life to have you all in this one.