Rendezvous
21 July 09 : 11.54 PM
The other night after Butter, the deluge of drinks on the table, a vintage champagne Dom Pérignon for me and my friends by some random man that I somehow decided to give my phone number to. (Alcohol is alcohol to me, I don't know shit. But Kim said to me, sneering almost, wow, what a generous man huh? Kim laughed at me and planted dirty perverted thoughts about me and him in bed. I cringed but laughed because it was funny nonetheless.) There was a young boy who was very quiet so I spoke to him. He was looking down at the main dancefloor and I asked him, "Wanna go?" He shrugged, and I said, "Come. Let's just." and we bolted downstairs. After that, he kept, very awkwardly, trying to put his arm around my waist. Tried to hold my hand when we were walking into another club. I evaded it artfully because there was something very innocent about his actions. Josh turned to me at one point and said, "He fucking likes you man!" as if it's a good thing. He had told Josh. Josh tells me I should be with someone like him. He's fucking rich but humble. Ferraris and shit. Nice and quiet, and "he's gonna love you more than you'll ever love him. Every girl needs a guy like that." Leave but not before some cartiers, remember that.