Sunday, April 7, 2013

Friggin high school

Tonight was about as slow as last night.  Full of drunk, douchey young dudes.  That's what I get for working late.

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.