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if you ever really get the feeling, this night belongs not to lovers but to your home, stay there.

yesterday started with losing my favorite tights, over knees and top, which i found the moment i entered my friends house. she was wearing it. our drinking ended because we got showered by some suddenly starting rain, what made us go to the apartment of another friend. so after we arrived there, wet and overstrained, we sat down in his living room and because i am a very kind person, i told him i liked his t-shirt. a big mistake, as i would find out during this evening. we drank and drank and somehow he placed his feet underneath my legs and said "do you wanna be my heating pad tonight, baby?". me? "is this meant to be a flirt???" (with more than three question marks) and he was like "if you're wanting it to be one...". no. i am not. definitely. just because you're wearing some nice d&g-shirt and you have your own apartment doesn't mean we're getting anywhere tonight. for real.

but not that this has already been far too much, it would become worse.

we decided to go to the club, where another friend of mine got the amazing idea i was his girlfriend and i'm not showing him my love. congratulations. perhaps i'm not showing you any love because there isn't any?! what the hell is going on with you guys? nobody in this club who's some kind of normal? i mean, not that there exactly were many people.

the upshot i made after this night? stay away from drunk boys. stay away from boys with apartments. stay away from any kind of boys. stay at home.

N.