Club Crazies

I thought that if you hung out in a club you should only frolic in VIP. And that's what I did this past weekend. I put on my finest threads, did my make up, and found a comfy spot on the white couch. On my way to check my makeup I met this youngun' named Joel (f*%k changing his name).

Joel and I exchange pleasentries but half way through the conversation he says something out of pocket. I quickly explain that boo boo I have a real job and this is Armani (well only Armani Exchange...but he didn't know that)I'm wearing and not Forever 21. He quickly apologizes and explains that he's trying to break into the movie business and he is a senior @ the local college. I give him my number and head back to the Goose (I prefer Ketel but what can you do).

That night he sends me a text and I respond the following morning.

Let me back track for a second...I have tried to date younger guys in the past but they tend to give me a headache because these little girls they deal with don't have standards. Which means that going to Fridays is an acceptable first date...NO!

Last night I forgot to turn off my phone and this morning I wake up to a text from Joel. The time stamp said 3:47. It read "whassup? I'm trying to see you tonight". Motherfucker have you lost your motherfucking mind? 3:47?! *sigh* These children are not the business!

After I brushed my teeth I deleted his number and vowed to not give out my number to anyone under 30 again.