Look At Me Look At Me oh shit THEY’RE LOOKING AT ME!
On Friday a bunch of us went to a bar after work. While driving over it occurred to me that Sexy Venezuelan may be there. I knew Hot Brother would be, and they’re friends with a lot of the people on the email list that went around that afternoon.
Just in case Sexy Venezuelan was there, I made sure I looked good. He had not returned my call from Sunday and it was beginning to piss me off. Time to prepare myself: let my hair down, check on The Twins (keep up the good work, girls!), and recite my mantra: I am not nervous! I am too sexy to be nervous! I am NOT NERVOUS!
It didn’t work.
