Lots of stories come and go in this thread, but remember that really pretty 17 year old girl that I know that I was on the fence about smoking with? (she turned 18 a few weeks ago)
I smoked with her yesterday. We got off work at the same time so I just smoked with her in her car.
Didn't make out, didn't try anything, nothing like that. Didn't even think about taking it that way. We just smoked and laughed and talked. She's talkative. I like talkative chicks because I despise speaking with my mouth. The more talking you do, the less I have to do. From an outside-in perspective I probably have terrible conversational skills. But I digress.
Anyway, this is something that I had hyped up for a minute now, especially with one of my homeboys. I was like "yeah yo I'm finna smoke with her at some point and get it in," and I did it, but I didn't get it in, and it was just kind of whatever. She's gorgeous, but the entire time it was just like, "yeah, I'm in this car, smoking an illegal substance with a girl four years younger than me because I want to insert my quarter into her slot. The **** am I doing with my life?"
I had an epiphany in this girl's car. I realized that I was being mad thirsty. The only reason I consented to doing that with her was because of thirst. Decided it wasn't a good look for me.
Drove home high as **** with the ever-present fear that Jack Bauer would pull me over and then shoot me in the leg. Realized that I shouldn't go home high as **** and stopped at Mcdonalds. Could barely get my order out of my damn mouth. "LEmme GeT UH nUMBA fivE...DoEs DAT Come with FrieS?!? I NEED FRIES YO". This chick be smoking on that Friday. But I digress.
I been thirsting my whole life, since preschool. When I was 4, Ms. Elaine from Little People's Academy was bad af and I could tell her throat game was on some circus **** just by looking at her. Thirstin. I digress.
I'm tired of thirsting. Right now, I'm totally apathetic about women. Going back to school in like 3 weeks. Quitting my job in order to focus on stepping my grades up. Got enough cash saved up to pay for my expenses for the next couple of months. Going to therapy to figure out why I despise my fellow man so much. Also writing the first of what will hopefully be 4 novels. About a hundred pages written. Maybe like 400 more to go.
Will continue to read this thread for the laughs and to soak game.
Am I giving up? Maybe. I hate to say it, but I got way too much other **** to worry about than to be concerned about getting my **** wet
P.S: That coworker who I not-so-discreetly asked for head over instagram texted me with a late-night wyd. I didn't eem respond