Saturday Night

Saturday night turned out to be pretty awful. The guys and I just hung out at my place drinking for a while, until I caught a text from a girl I met online. She asked if we wanted to come down to party with her and her friends downtown. We agreed and drove down. The place was so packed it took us a half hour to get in. Once we were in, getting a drink turned out to be the hardest thing since running a 3 minute mile. We met up with the girl..who turned out to be a little chubbier than I had imagined..and told her we wanted to go elsewhere to get our drinks. Normally I would have just ditched, but her friends were worthy of sticking around. We went next door, got a few beers and the wait began. A half our of us drinking and twiddling thumbs made me text her: "We've waited for a half hour, but I think we're going to take off now. Nice talking to you though"....no response. We took off and drove home. I got a text from the Friday Night girl...let's call her E. "Are you awake?" ..."Yes" I responded. "Can I see you? I kind of like you". Uh oh...booty call starts catching feelings, big red flag. I might have to break it off so nobody gets hurt. She came over anyways, but I opted out of any sexual contact and just went to sleep next to my coke and rum. What a failure of a night.