m.o.

so it all starts out as a nice innocent night at the d-bar... of course i rock the princeton grad student bar with my fav non-grad student, jonny v. and we're in the bar, i had a drink. yes folks, you read that right! one drink! and a song came on that made the whole crew barge into the back room and officially start the dance party. after a few songs, i'm gettin a little warmed up and i'm enjoying myself and in walks a guy i used to see... with a girl... a hot one. before i remind myself how he earned his nickname (um, hint-it's a part of your hand) i go into jealous ex mode, in a minor way.
then this tall hot dorky boy starts talking with me and he has this corney sarcastic sense of humor (i don't know if you noticed, but sometimes that's kinda like me)... and we chat, and dance, and make fun of the even dorkier people surrounding us. so then the princess was gettin her m.o. on! is anyone surprised at that? and before i know it, it's time to go. we're saying our gbs and then the akward moment of digits comes up and i get a new line "lets leave this up to chance, it's better for me that way" so i just gave him a look and as i'm walking away i managed to get out a "go back to your girlfriend" and then i get a "don't you admire my restraing?"
honestly, no. does having a girlfriend mean nothing to you people!?