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this gorgeous girl from college. Always wanted to get with her but I had a gf she knew and it just never happened...
anyways a year or two later we're both living in NY-ish. (I'm on Long island...)
So I'm plottin. 1st month there, I cop tickets to Jay Z's "answer the call 9/11 concert".. this was a few years ago. Spent a grip on tickets too.
Drove from long island to Brooklyn to meet at her spot, get drunk, and catch a train to MSG. This is my first month living in NY.... I'm so psyched to see her I don't pay much attention to where I park down the street from her place.
We drink at her place and on the train, dance at the concert and kick it after. She's throwing good vibe... We get back to her place late and it's like 3am, as we get off the train she warns me that she's recently broke up with some crazy Jamaican who "passionately" waits on her stoop some nights to make sure she gets home okay. I'm like ****... here we go.
Thankfully dude took a night off. I'm thinking I'll just take my shot.
We get upstairs and her male best friend is staying with her who's... well her male best friend... and instead of offering me the bed with her she offers me the other half of the couch where he's sleeping. I pass... at this point I'm smacked too. mad disappointing....
Now the ****** up part begins... I'm pretty faded at this point, I leave her place looking for my car and my phone dies. I spend about an hour drunk walking the streets of bed stuy with my car's security chirp thing trying to remember where I parked til like 4am or so... ****** is lookin at me walkin back and forth... I'm like ****. and the worst part is I can't even remember which brownstone is hers because they all look the same.
Eventually though by clicking that security thing, my car alarm goes off down the block and I find my car. thankfully, safely make it home.
we talk here and there but never kick it again. she gets married soon after and I never saw her again.
Cliffs:
take girl to concert to see Hov, Beyonce, Cudi, Kanye, THE WORKS
She doesn't give me the cheeks
I walk around bed stuy drunk and nervous at 3am looking for my car
anyways a year or two later we're both living in NY-ish. (I'm on Long island...)
So I'm plottin. 1st month there, I cop tickets to Jay Z's "answer the call 9/11 concert".. this was a few years ago. Spent a grip on tickets too.
Drove from long island to Brooklyn to meet at her spot, get drunk, and catch a train to MSG. This is my first month living in NY.... I'm so psyched to see her I don't pay much attention to where I park down the street from her place.
We drink at her place and on the train, dance at the concert and kick it after. She's throwing good vibe... We get back to her place late and it's like 3am, as we get off the train she warns me that she's recently broke up with some crazy Jamaican who "passionately" waits on her stoop some nights to make sure she gets home okay. I'm like ****... here we go.
Thankfully dude took a night off. I'm thinking I'll just take my shot.
We get upstairs and her male best friend is staying with her who's... well her male best friend... and instead of offering me the bed with her she offers me the other half of the couch where he's sleeping. I pass... at this point I'm smacked too. mad disappointing....
Now the ****** up part begins... I'm pretty faded at this point, I leave her place looking for my car and my phone dies. I spend about an hour drunk walking the streets of bed stuy with my car's security chirp thing trying to remember where I parked til like 4am or so... ****** is lookin at me walkin back and forth... I'm like ****. and the worst part is I can't even remember which brownstone is hers because they all look the same.
Eventually though by clicking that security thing, my car alarm goes off down the block and I find my car. thankfully, safely make it home.
we talk here and there but never kick it again. she gets married soon after and I never saw her again.
Cliffs:
take girl to concert to see Hov, Beyonce, Cudi, Kanye, THE WORKS
She doesn't give me the cheeks
I walk around bed stuy drunk and nervous at 3am looking for my car
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