Stuff like this just doesn’t happen to me…

At least it shouldn’t.  Since L** has been gone I’ve had to fill the social void in my life. So lately I’ve been hanging out with this guy I met last year, but never really took the time to get to know on any real level.  If I had to define our thing, I’d have to say that he’s a Trader Joe.  You know,  one of those people that you call to help the time go by while you’re doing stuff like grocery shopping?  It’s  hard to actually get to know people like that on any real level because  you’re always half involved in the conversation, and half involved with whatever randomness going on.  Since all my usual people have either gone back home for the summer or doing the study abroad thing, I decided to call my Trader Joe.

He’s actually pretty cool.  We’ve been laying out by the pool, finding out what our girl and boy parts are good for, running errands…

He’s actually a pretty cool guy.  Not clingy, and soooo hot!!  Thick curly blonde hair, green eyes, awesome body, 8.75 THICK inches…but he’s 5′7!!!  I’m 5′10.  Still, he’s my new buddy for the summer I think.

We went out last night, or at least attempted to.

Sometime late last year, the overly concerned government officials of my locale decided that the 18 to party, 21 to drink thing was contributing to the decay of society in some way. It wasn’t a problem though, I paid my 26 year old cousin $30 for her driver’s license. We don’t look that similar.  Her biological dad is white, but she’s brown with black hair…close enough. Business as usual until last night…

The guy working at the bar we were going to hit up first looked at “my”(I paid for it so it’s mine!!) driver’s license then at me.  He got this smug little smirk then asked me to tell him “my” driver’s license number.  Of course I couldn’t and I tried to play it off.  Does anyone really know their license number?  He was all too happy to ask me what color my eyes were.  Fuck, my cousin’s eyes are green!!!!  Then he proceeded to take my license and tell me how much trouble I could get into.  I swear he probably had a hard-on, he was so happy to tell me that.

I’m already working on another one, but I don’t get the cousin discount. Hopefully, it’s not the same guy who did this masterpiece

Oh well, it needs to hurry and get here.  Before, I start my summer job, I plan to go to L.A. in a week or so and some other places. It’s really not worth it to try and get some door  Nazi to let me in without carding, so I’m hanging out at home.  Use one of the arrange call button on the right if you want to make your night a little more interesting.

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