well i made it back from vegas in more or less one piece. it started off pretty shaky. i had some cheer drama with one of the other coaches, the girls and their crazy overprotective parents, but all was well when my team took 1st place!! woohoo! im so very proud. their routine was super cute, i put their dance to the new gwen song and the judges loved it.
after the competition i felt it was time for some sports and beer, so i dropped the girls with the other coach and headed for the espn zone. upon arriving i noticed a wide amount of notre dame fans, which irked me a bit. the only seat left at the bar was next to a very cute notre dame fan, so i held my tongue and sat next to him. of course, usc was kicking some major irish ass, but he was very chatty with me nonethless and even bought me a few beers. he was so very cute, i couldnt help but be nice to him despite his love for the rival team.
after usc won, i was expecting him to storm off in defeat and i would always wonder what happened to that very cute nd fan. but instead he invited me to go to coyote ugly with his fellow nd friends. i was a bit hesitant at first, but he was just so darn adorable i wanted to shoot myself.
and so i rush to the car and rumage through my very non-sexy clothes and find myself very frustrated. i settled for some suffocating jeans and a black top with my way too tall wedges i got in london. (note* i cannot, worth the life of me walk in anything with a heel) i get there and he is all over me, it feels awesome! i have not hooked up in so long i feel like this is my lucky night. we make out til 5 in the morning and i realize ive got three 14 year olds waiting to go home. i say my goodbye to this very cute and confussed boy, and like cinderella i lose my footing, but instead of losing a shoe, i lose my balance and face plant on the ground. instead of acting embarrassed like i really was i started laughing like an idiot and pulled him down with me. very proud of how i handled the whole situation, i leave with one last kiss and a limping left leg.
i get home and figure he will always be that boy i made out with in vegas, but he texted me saying he hoped to see me again soon. he lives in dana point, which is about an hour and a 1/2 from here. but iunno, he hasnt called me since and i feel like such a girl because im carrying my cell phone around with me everywhere. im totally jinxing myself arent i? im such a geek. why am i getting my hopes up? my horoscope says not to be so optimistic about a prospective love interest, but shit, he as so gawd damn cute and he seemed to be into me. fuck. shit. arg!! stop it. stop being a vagina and move on!!
i hate being a female sometimes....
peace.love.and estrogen
xx
after the competition i felt it was time for some sports and beer, so i dropped the girls with the other coach and headed for the espn zone. upon arriving i noticed a wide amount of notre dame fans, which irked me a bit. the only seat left at the bar was next to a very cute notre dame fan, so i held my tongue and sat next to him. of course, usc was kicking some major irish ass, but he was very chatty with me nonethless and even bought me a few beers. he was so very cute, i couldnt help but be nice to him despite his love for the rival team.
after usc won, i was expecting him to storm off in defeat and i would always wonder what happened to that very cute nd fan. but instead he invited me to go to coyote ugly with his fellow nd friends. i was a bit hesitant at first, but he was just so darn adorable i wanted to shoot myself.
and so i rush to the car and rumage through my very non-sexy clothes and find myself very frustrated. i settled for some suffocating jeans and a black top with my way too tall wedges i got in london. (note* i cannot, worth the life of me walk in anything with a heel) i get there and he is all over me, it feels awesome! i have not hooked up in so long i feel like this is my lucky night. we make out til 5 in the morning and i realize ive got three 14 year olds waiting to go home. i say my goodbye to this very cute and confussed boy, and like cinderella i lose my footing, but instead of losing a shoe, i lose my balance and face plant on the ground. instead of acting embarrassed like i really was i started laughing like an idiot and pulled him down with me. very proud of how i handled the whole situation, i leave with one last kiss and a limping left leg.
i get home and figure he will always be that boy i made out with in vegas, but he texted me saying he hoped to see me again soon. he lives in dana point, which is about an hour and a 1/2 from here. but iunno, he hasnt called me since and i feel like such a girl because im carrying my cell phone around with me everywhere. im totally jinxing myself arent i? im such a geek. why am i getting my hopes up? my horoscope says not to be so optimistic about a prospective love interest, but shit, he as so gawd damn cute and he seemed to be into me. fuck. shit. arg!! stop it. stop being a vagina and move on!!
i hate being a female sometimes....
peace.love.and estrogen
xx