Last night was nothing short of therapeutic.
Stay classy, tumblr.
dance
Blue bra? Nope.
Red lace panties? You betcha.
Green thigh highs? If only.
One third of the way to life imitating art. Or something. Tell me this little arrangement isn’t perfect.
So, I met a freshman in the pack I ran with last night. She reminded me a ton of my Dacry. And, when a few of us were naming our celebrity crushes, she came right out and said, “Jiz Lee."
Sounds like my kind of girl.
For friendship, that is. We wound up talking for hours. She reminded me a lot of myself and we, in some sort of silly way, agreed for some sort of mentorship arrangement. Like big brother/big sister but with a bad influence.
Let’s call her Fresh from now on.
Confession: When I get stressed out, I like to dance around to music in my room. However, as the description of this tumblr states, I have thin walls and I feel bad for playing the same five (terrible) songs over and over. So, I usually wind up being a human iPod commercial with my headphones in.
Today, I’m wearing a knee-high heeled boots (no, this is not to begin your masturbatory fantasy, or…) that kind of make noise when I walk. My roommate from last year now lives directly below me and I just got this text from her, “dancing? 😛 If you’re stressed out, I’ve got cookies.”
Oh, good, now that I know my floors are thin, too…
We start talking. Casually. Not about anything weighing too heavily on this earth. About the band that’s playing, about the band that’s yet to come.
“We’ve got a hotel room nearby,” he finally says. She smiles, punctuating the thought.
I smile and play dumb, “yeah, I’m sleeping at a friend’s."
The music really picks up. The lead singer of the opener is dancing around the stage. The crowd is swaying with him.
They’re kissing. Deeply. Lovingly. I can tell I wouldn’t just be a fixer to this relationship. They don’t need me to be able to have a good night together. They’re just so comfortable with each other. They seem so happy. It’s actually a really sexy thought, one I’ve certainly gone into detail on in this tumblr.
He looks over his shoulder at me to see I’ve been watching. She smiles and nods a head over for me to join them. But, I just start dancing. I’m really not going to give in that easy. I just keep twisting and shaking with my friends, making sure to send an occasional smile over to them.