I wanna party with yoooooou!

msquared's picture

Oh me, oh my...what a fucking week! There's been one thing on my mind and that's been boys. A boy, as a matter of fact. A really beautiful lad whom I know absolutely nothing about, other than his name and the fact that he has a (not-so-nasty) habit of checking me out in the hall. I decided this week that I was tired of just having eye-sex and wanted to actually get to know this kid. It started with a little "hey" on Wednesday and continued to giving him a little note with my number Friday. I'm still waiting for a call back and it's driving me C-R-A-Z-Y! I really have no idea if he will because I have no idea if he's gay or straight. Even though he was looking at me, there's really no sure-fire way to know. Thus, I'm a nervous mess. (But still happy deep down that I actually went for this obese risk.) Cross your fingers for me...or your testicles or something.


Grace Hughen's picture

I don't have testicles, and

I don't have testicles, and I don't know how to cross my fallopian tubes, but I'll gladly cross my fingers and toes for you.

the ghost's picture

My fingers and toes are

My fingers and toes are crossed for ya dude!!!!Lets us know how it goes!!

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