Ok. Maybe you ARE allowed to kiss drunk guys. But only if they're willing to go out with you after! Or ... REPLY!
You're not getting it?Ok.. I shall start from where I left off.
So you know what happened at l'Acropole (Tuesday evening). After being shocked to death, I decided something had to be done. Mike wrote Mr. Drunken Kisser (well call him Jumanji) an sms. Asking what he had done and stuff and guess what...He can't remember...HELLO?!?! HE CAN'T REMEMBER? I'm unforgettable for heaven's sake!
Ok, so anyway. He didn't believe him. Great. But he also asked him if I was mad. No. But I am a little. He did forget. So anyway he didn't answer after that.
Thursday evening I decide to take it up myself. At 22:15 the sms "he toi" (hey you) goes flying from my phone to his. The reply??
[.."Who's this?"
"It's me...what was that on Tuesday?"
"Well, tell me your first name.." ---->This made me wonder what else he could have done on that Tuesday *thinks*
"It's Lisa!"
"And...everything good?"
(oh yea sure, stupid *skullhead,rainy cloud, bomb*) "um, yea, and you? so what happened tuesday?"
"oh yeah, sorry for asking you to kiss me ...(something in french i didn't understand)...did you like it though?"..]
That is all I will tell you of the conversation... Note: He is being cheeky! Well, at the end he asked me where I lived. This was at a quarter to one in the morning!! So I told him but then he didn't write back. FINE! I'm tired anyway... pff. But now it's 5:15 the following day in the afternoon. And he still hasn't replied.
Angry/worried/angry/worried
so yeah..That' s the update
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10:01 PM <3
