A Story for the Ages...
As I sit here with a cigarette in one hand and done up to the nines, I think to myself just how much this morning's events could have turned out so much for the better... It all began last night, a regular night by most peoples standards, I was at home perusing the singles ads on a various amount of different web pages, when I happened upon a guy who seemed totally great. His picture looked a bit like a gorgeous model who had been clipped out of an Abercrombie ad, and I almost thought to myself that he mustn't be real.
After talking for awhile we decided in uni cine that we liked each other, and were both on the same page about taking things to a more intimate level. Yes people... we were going to meet up for casual sex! lol... We spoke for a little while longer and decided that midnight would be perfect for the both of us.
11:30pm rolls around and I hear nothing, then 11:45 and midnight, and still complete silence... I decided that he was obviously a fuck tard, and that he wasn't going to be worth my thoughts or time again. And so I put his number in to my phone as "Ditcher Do Not Answer", lol... yes, I too can be immature at times like a teenage girl who got dissed.
I went to sleep watching old re-runs of the Gilmore Girls on my flat screen tv, and woke to the sound of my receiving a text message. The sneaky ditching bastard snuck up on me with a text instead of a call... A bit of a smartie pants he was obviously, cause I would have to text back to him, its like a woman's cryptonite. If he called, I could have screened it and never spoken to him again, but he didn't... he texted me...
He apologized to me and had a uniquely decent story, which was good enough to re-consider trying it again and having him over for morning sex, less than an hour ago. He came over and walked inside my place, he said hello and looked and smelled so good. He really caught me off guard this one... In fact, he really was the same guy from the photo.
I felt a bit on edge cause he was really my type as far as male model's go, tall, dark, bedroom eyes, sexy in all aspects of the word. He told me that he just had to go and tell his friend he was going to stay and he would be right back. Feeling a bit overwhelmed I thought that he was making an excuse to leave without seeming rude, at least until he could run for the hills, and so to save face, and feel like it didn't bother me, I in turn became defensive, telling him; "Its okay, you can go, its all good, it doesn't matter to me", his reply was with a confused look on his face and his trying to assure me that he did in fact plan on coming back inside.
And once he left, he didn't come back, making me think that I had been right, and so being a typical girl I texted him and said "Looks like I was right". He replied telling me that I had asked him to go and how it was rude.
He then continued on telling me that his bro had been waiting outside in case he wanted to run, but when he saw me, he saw the most beautiful woman in the world, and he was just telling his buddy that it was okay to leave him here instead. Something called "Bro Code"? Anyway, long story short... the gorgeous guy, thought I was gorgeous too, and right now I could have been riding him instead of writing his story...
Yet because of confidence issues on my behalf, I was rude and blew him off, making his first impression of me to be a bitch, and my likely never seeing him again... And this is where the title comes in and I result to saying aloud; "FML"
xoxox
Simple City Girl me ;)
