One young guy recognized me. He went to my high school. I tried to play it off as if I went somewhere else. But there was no fooling him. He acted proud that he knew about my past, or maybe was just really glad to see me. I danced for him before he took off and during that dance, I could tell he thought I was hot back then, too.
But all he got was one dance. Spent like a young boy. God. I'm so over it. I'm glad this weekend is over. I wish it was still like March - good.
