I'll Tell You What I Want, What I Really Really Want

I forgot what it was like to get what you want. Remember glasses boy from an early December post? Yeah, I'd been lusting after him since mid-November. He's very much a class douchebag whose opinions I don't agree with at all, and outside the classroom he's a Grade A whore whose junk I would not touch with a ten foot pole.

That is, unless I got drunk first.

So yes, we sucked face last night at a party, and boy did I forget how fucking sweet it is to get that something (or someone) you've been craving and craving. He was sloppy, but--please--so was I. I have no doubt in my mind that he went off and made out with another sloshed girl after our little tête à tête, but still. I. Got. What. I. Wanted.

Wow.

How often does that happen?

Let that sink in.

And...there.

Exactly.

To add a dash of humor to an otherwise surreal situation, my friends were two feet away from where the spectacle (or debacle) was taking place. I'm not sure when they'll let me live this down. I don't think I'll let me live this down. If I wind up having a dry spell for the rest of J-Term, at least I can look back on this one Friday night and think: Damn. I still got it, right?