So he asked my mother what I was spending my last few days free from school and work doing. Asked if I was hanging out with friends or my boyfriend. Not to subtle there and plus, what the hell gives him the right to ask if I’m dating anyone? I could have someone different for every day of the week and it still wouldn’t be any of his business because my life isn’t any of his business. The only problem with him thinking that I’m a slut is that he could want a spot in the lineup. And truthfully, my fictional slutty self and fictional different-boy-for-every-day-of-the-week group of boys are perfectly okay on our own.
I have Grey’s Anatomy, One Tree Hill and Casablanca. Life is good.