Last night I spent the evening hanging out with one of my best guy friends and a bunch of other little boys. Yes, boys, Little, hyperactive, college boys. What would have driven most girls my age/maturity level insane made me insanely happy. I'm so totally surrounded by estrogen at home twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, that, at this point, there's no such thing as too much estrogen. I even, *gasp* flirted a little. Gotta say, I'm quite rusty, but it's alright. I did say they were little college boys. Well, all except for the one I stayed up talking with until 3:30 this morning. Yeah, I'm staying at a friend's house, and I really didn't know the guys who live here. And being the shy girl I am, I expected things to stay the same. But you get bold around midnight when there's nothing else to do, so I started talking to one of them, and my gosh, this boy is hot. No mutual chemistry, but at least I made a new friend.
Testosterone, how I've missed you in my life.
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3 comments:
yeah, men are hot.
hahaha, you really need to find a more permanent solution rather than a yearly visit to southern. :)
wow... sadly, i know how u feel... i mean, i go to college, but boys suck and i end up staying with girls most of the time... but, when the good ones come by, you get excited
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