A Stupid Boy At His Finest Stupid Hour
This is a continuation of the post I started about the Halloween party I attended over the weekend.
A quick recap of the previous post, which you should read if you haven’t already. It makes this story that much more weird.
The three guys who hit on me were the classic guys every girl runs into at a party: the douchebag, the clueless guy, and of course the guy who has temporarily forgotten that he has a girlfriend.
I seem to have a bad track record of attracting guys who are afflicted with the “girlfriend? what girlfriend?” syndrome. I have no interest whatsoever in cheating or cheating with someone on a significant other, although it pisses me off that the single guys I meet are not nearly so straightforward. Fuckwits.
