This Time It’s Really Not Funny
At 9pm the pool party I threw ended (excellent: pool party that lasted past a Texas summer sun-down; very very bad: did not get laid. did not even get a goddamn smooch. NOTHING. crying on the inside).
I went back to my apartment after all the hot guys had helped me bring all the food, cooler, and supplies back upstairs. Twenty minutes later when I had eaten more and resumed some state resembling sobriety I took Queen Dog and Princess Dog downstairs to doo their doggy-stuff.
While I was outside in the courtyard I noticed that Apartment #5’s light was on for the first time in a week. With dog leashes in hand, I knocked on the door.
A beautiful twentysomething blonde chick answered the door.
