Good Girls Never Win

We had cheap red wine and ordered cheese pizza, and so we called it a wine and cheese party.

I loved him and he left. What more is there to say?

I’m glad my parents are coming home late because I still haven’t found all the condom wrappers scattered throughout the premises

That night we sang and danced to Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling”  after making love in your bed

You asked me to share a good memory, and all I could think about was that evening when we were blasting Truly, Madly, Deeply and singing along while racing down the highway in our velocity red Mazda. I felt so happy.

I didn’t realize I had fallen for him until we were sitting on the library floor by the 930s and despite the lure of the books, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

I just apologized for party rocking. But I wasn’t even sorry.

I don’t miss him. I just feel lost without the sound of his laugh and the feel of his tongue in my mouth.