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April 1, 2006
Lucky Underdrawers Strike AGAIN!
Yesterday. Evening. There was a party. I was there in my RED dress. With my lucky underdrawers. Flirting back and forth with a guy. He started it.
Okay so details. He was well, fairly drunk. But I always think it's funny when people apologize to me for being drunk. (Heh, first I typed crunk.) And he wasn't anything like that guy who kissed me at the 1000 nights dance, the guy still had all his talking facilties intact. At first I thought he was totally smashed-- he came over to me and shook my hand and told me how much he loved the cookies I'd baked. "God bless the person who made these cookies!" So I just sort of nodded and such, but then he kept talking to me. For a long time. And he turned out to be capable of conversation. Good conversation. Although I'm not actually sure how much one retains from conversations had while at least slightly drunk--I sort of hoping this one remembers me name. Not that I plan to date him for one particular reason.
1. He's a Phi Psi. So I will probably never see him again as I avoid their house due to circumstances you can probably figure out.
It was actually sort of funny, at one point a friend of mine leaned over and was like LOUD WHISPER "How does it feel to be flirted with by a boy wearing red??" It took me a minute to realize she was also walking the fine line of sloshed. The funny part was that he was about this [____________________________________] far away when she said this. But neither she nor he seemed to notice. So I guess those who are 1-2 sheets to the wind can't talk to each other so well....
Anyway. To summarize. I cute guy flirted with me for at least a half an hour. He offered to teach me how to play Beruit, and invited me to come over to the Phi Psi house for Happy Hour (which in college land lasts for 3 hours). He even said he'd teach me with punch. Which was sweet. Of course I won't go. Because of the whole above. And I don't really know anyone but him and the person I'm avoiding who frequent Happy Hour. But I sort of wish I could go. Of course he might not remember me. Again, I have no clue how much one retains.
Posted by kt at April 1, 2006 5:28 PM
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If he was still capable of talking without slurring and walking without stumbling, chances are he'll remember.
But then again you have to take into account if post-gaming, so to speak, occurred.
Kudos, kiddo.
Posted by: M. at April 2, 2006 1:08 PM
what. a. minx.
Posted by: k8 at April 3, 2006 6:16 PM
My little Katie's growing up and flirting with frat boys! I'm so proud and, at the same time, scandalized. ;-)
Posted by: Marley at April 3, 2006 6:25 PM