Originally posted on 09/11/2011:

boys we cuddled on her bed for 5 minutes and i was holding on for dear life. half my body was hanging on the other side of the bed. there was not much room after she laid down on the bed boys.

she wore these nice jeans and she showed me where they ripped at the seams. i guess when she tried to do a dance move she ripped a stitch.

guys i hit on 7s and 8s at the bar but they rejected me. "i have a boyfriend" "i just want to dance with my friends" were some of the common excuses.