Tuesday, February 16, 2010

frat boys are not fun

Yesterday I met up with a 24 year old Princeton graduate who works in finance. He seemed like he would be a good match, all cocksure and confident, blue eyes, an easy smile. Imagine my disappointment when I realized he was just a fucking frat dude who was a waste of lipstick. A horrific kisser, tongue thrusting like a piston, he sucked desperately on my nipple. I lost interest, and pretty much admitted this to which he responded, "Well, I'm not interested anyway" and left. I shrugged and finished the bottle of wine, but not before locking the door.