#and cheat

For now, anyway.

So, like I posted earlier, I had a date last night. Kind of a date. Where do I even begin...

So, the guy's an asshole. Plain and simple. Or rather, he's completely a super frat boy in the making. Granted, this is kind of my fault, because I could tell his type right away when I met him. But he was cute, and funny, and a very good friend of one of my very good guy friends.

But...he's two years younger. A senior in high school. Way too young and immature for me. He's also a complete stoner, which I don't have a huge problem with but it did make him slightly less attractive in my eyes. He's cocky, openly vain, and had the gall to call it simply being confident. And he's not that good of a kisser. I swear I almost choked on his tongue. {Yeah...that happened}

But damn, he is attractive. He's got that working for him. But he seriously needs to work on his act. I'm smart, so I knew not to trust him, but he definitely played me. He was sweet at times, put his arms around me to keep me warm, held my hand when we were driving, let me lean on him during the movie, and told me I was pretty a couple times. Bullshit.

We met up with two other guys around midnight {one of them being his friend that is also my very good friend} and we went to our high school and walked around the track for a while. My friend told me that this guy had been planning to hit and run with me, which didn't surprise me, but still hurt. And I felt like an idiot for making out with him, because that meant that I'd allowed him to achieve his goal. So from that point on, I was very cautious all through the night and was a little meaner to this guy that was completely necessary. And by this point anyway, he was higher than the moon.

That there is cheating, Miss Darcyyyy :’)