FUCK. I flirted my ass off. I wanted that shit. I wanted him to keep his hands on my back. Tell me how much he wanted me. But I saw his phone. I saw her picture. She could have been anybody but I bet she was his. But I didn’t stop flirting. I didn’t stop anything. But he did. His friend. And honestly I probably would have pussied out anyways. He wanted everything and I could never give him anything. It was fun though. And in the end that’s all it probably is. But I gotta see him tomorrow, sober. That’s when the fun really begins. Fuck.