Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Let's get physical, physical!

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

The weekend before my birthday I went out with my bests to our favorite night spot. Equipped with cheap drinks, great friends and of course karaoke. The night set pace...drinks in hand and I was on the prowl. Trying to find a guy at this bar sometimes is like trying to find a needle in a haysack!

My drinks started going down like water. Then I heard an all too familiar voice...a voice with an accent. It was the physical therapist...the creepy european.

"I bought you a drink (insert my name here)"

I hate the way he says my name. He makes it so much more sexual and creepy than it ever ever should be.

Anyway, don't take the drink. That is what I thought and... I took the drink....then I made out with the dirty stalker physical therapist. Well more like Mr. My hands need to feel every inch of your body kissed me....and where were my amazing friends?? Oooo WATCHING!

Why?
"I thought you liked him"
"You seemed into it"
"Didn't want to cockblock you"

I guess the next time I say... This guy is crazy don't let me make out with him...

I should also make a sign...a newspaper article...

Maybe even start a website. Datingsitecreepers dot com and post pictures of them on there!

I love how this non manventure night turned into a stalkventure of a mannightmare!

Xoxo
**ME**

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