I feel like I’ve taken personality suppressing drugs this morning.
As far as I know, I didn’t actually take anything. For some reason, I’m having difficulty feeling any emotion whatsoever. I thought maybe I was in a bad mood, but then I realized I had no discernable mood at all.
Maybe it was all the hot action over the weekend. After all, I did go to a “couple’s party.”
Sadly, I was a “substitute boyfriend,” not the real thing. Leigh Ann’s real boyfriend had a gig on Saturday night, and her friend’s party was that night. I know her friend, and I’m doing the photography for her friend’s wedding, so I got to fill in. I knew 3 people at the party… Leigh Ann, and the couple getting married. Fortunately for me, that’s all anyone knew… the person they arrived with, and the couple.
I considered using the opportunity to pick up chicks, since in my experience women will only go out with someone who’s already with somebody. I asked Leigh Ann to be my wingman… Of course, then I realized it was a “couple’s party” so everyone there was accompanied by a hulking (big and dumb) significant other.
So I didn’t actually try to pick anyone up… I just watched all the pretty, “talented” girls walk by with their low-cut tops. That was pretty much just as good as picking someone up, and much less work. Besides, I was already there with the hottest girl in the place…
And you all thought I was holding out on you… HA. I should be so lucky.