Is it Monday Already?
"I rarely ever get hit on" ~ said by yours truly on Sunday night at the post game cookout.
And with those words, the table got very quiet. Everyone was looking at me...waiting for me to say something else.
"You are so full of shit!" was the group consensus, as I stared a little shocked at everyone laughing at me (because I hadn't cracked a joke...so I thought).
Suddenly this group of vicious petty queens felt it necessary to prove me wrong.
- From Bob, "Those two guys on the other softball team wanted you to go home with them two weeks ago." -They wanted to show me their art collection.
- From Kevin, "Joe asked you to go home with him just Friday Night." -He was really drunk.
- From Brian, "I'm running out of friends you haven't slept with!" - Shut up Brian...you don't have any friends.
- From Lindo, "During the ski trip, that guy sat on your lap in the hot tub and you weren't wearing a swimsuit!" -There was no seating left in the hot tub.
- From Andrew, "And while that guy was sitting on your lap, the guy you were with was sitting right next to you!" -Well I didn't want to be rude...
- From Matt and Rob, "The owner of Twist bought our whole table a round of drinks so he could compliment your legs more" -He was just being nice since we had been drinking all afternoon.
Hmmm...did I ever tell you guys that I love each and every one of you? Because I really do. Then Brandon, the one man who didn't speak during this barrage asked me which character from Sex in the City I thought I was most like. I really didn't know...So I'm asking you.


