on handling rejection

In the bedroom...
I am a force to be reckoned with.
Last night, I was ----- this close to getting laid.
But the man with braces said no. I mean serious adult brace. With colored bands. Orange.
I should really be ashamed, but I'm overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation of his resistance... which must have taken a lot of will power. Kudos to him. Most people can't muster that kind of strength under such circumstances. Rejection happens, moving on and learning from the past is more important than dwelling on that two-letter word that I was introduced to last night.

I woke up with a smile on my face however and, today I went shopping to make myself feel better and bought the same swimsuit that lauren already has so this will probably be my last entry cause I'm gonna get murrrdah-d.

I'd say that it was a successful night. As "successful" as going out to a party can be. It was mainly successful because I accomplished something. I have been very paranoid about my interactions with men so I had Frank watch me from a distance, then critique me on the sidelines. We decided that I am quick to move onto the subject of physical surroundings whereas it would be more straightforward to talk about nothing but myself and get right to the selling points. But really, after last night, I'm gonna sit the next few out.

More importantly...look at this as a public service announcement:
I was in the car with my roommates, brother and thomas. Frank had really stinky breath, like maybe early onset of halotosis, so i told him to get some gum. Megan was driving and handed him some gum. Thomas said can he actually have two, if we don't do something soon, we'll have to call the septic drainer and have him clean this thing out. so genius. Bad breath as a negative thing is completely underrated. It's absolutely terrible and definitely a deal-demolisher, rather than breaker, no matter how attractive one might be.