Hi, I'm Cassie. I like things.
So here I am, enjoying a great evening with friends at the bar. And here comes whats his face, Jose or some shit, talking me up about my school and different teachers to take there. Eventually as he keeps touching my hand, I tell him I’m engaged and he gets all pissy and bringing up this shit about medicine being so great we’ll live until we’re like 100 on average, to which I respond “good, it’s for the better” or something like that. And this fucker starts bothering me about my age and all this shit. Fucker you’re 30, bad in bed (my drinking friends know from experience or hearsay), and all you have going for you is that you’re a CPA. Fuck off. No I’m not going home with you and no I don’t want to keep talking to you. He fucking told me to smile, too. I’d take the nerdy shitbag’s attempts at flirtying over this friendzoned son of a bitch.