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transpaoWent out last night.
First time I saw him he had his arm around another girl.
Then the next time I saw him he was wearing a blue feather boa that later I saw on another female.
I pulled him aside to ask why he was being this way. his reply was he had done nothhing wrong.
Very true... I'm not his girlfriend... never was... he was very clear about that... well except when he told me he thought he was "falling in love with me" when he asked if I "would be his" and when he told me he had no interest in seeing anyone else.
I guess the majorly depressing thing... and yes I know it's shallow... is that I looked my best last night. I wore my black corset, my vynal skirt, my fishnet thigh-highs, my big buckle boots, and my black hemp collar. My hair was in piggy tails and my make up was Faboo! But stepping through the doors I realised that I was just average. There were at least 15 girls there that looked better then me. I think I might have gotton hit on once but then it could ahve jsut been the door girl not knowing that fetish attire wasn't supposed to get a discount last night.
He on the other hand was in the top three best looking guys there. He had an endless swarm vying for his attention... What did he need some pissed off bitchy average looking girl giving him a hard time about him ditching her the night before, for? Especially when he's already told the bitch that she's not his fucking girlfriend...
(no he didn't say these things out loud... but whats that they say about actions)
I left in tears... I doubt he noticed.
First time I saw him he had his arm around another girl.
Then the next time I saw him he was wearing a blue feather boa that later I saw on another female.
I pulled him aside to ask why he was being this way. his reply was he had done nothhing wrong.
Very true... I'm not his girlfriend... never was... he was very clear about that... well except when he told me he thought he was "falling in love with me" when he asked if I "would be his" and when he told me he had no interest in seeing anyone else.
I guess the majorly depressing thing... and yes I know it's shallow... is that I looked my best last night. I wore my black corset, my vynal skirt, my fishnet thigh-highs, my big buckle boots, and my black hemp collar. My hair was in piggy tails and my make up was Faboo! But stepping through the doors I realised that I was just average. There were at least 15 girls there that looked better then me. I think I might have gotton hit on once but then it could ahve jsut been the door girl not knowing that fetish attire wasn't supposed to get a discount last night.
He on the other hand was in the top three best looking guys there. He had an endless swarm vying for his attention... What did he need some pissed off bitchy average looking girl giving him a hard time about him ditching her the night before, for? Especially when he's already told the bitch that she's not his fucking girlfriend...
(no he didn't say these things out loud... but whats that they say about actions)
I left in tears... I doubt he noticed.
