Tuesday has finally arrived with promise of the Sex God. I was so excited to get to CBE 117. I obviously got to class first, so I sat in my chair and awaited his arrival. He walked in, ever so hot and confident. And then he didn't come to his normal position beside me (or two seats away). I was heart broken.
And then he comes over and sits down. I say hi, crack some jokes. Main gist, the class starts. I was genuinely asking for help from the Sex God. He just looks at me, looks at my boobs, looks back at my face and goes back to his work. I flipped out like 180 degrees. WHAT THE HELL?! I have never been so insulted in my life and neither have my boobs. He eventually helped me and we spent the rest of the lab period talking and such. However, I do not think I want to date this person again. He might still be a Sex God but he's no longer the Sex God.
As in, KAI, see the con-con-bility. He had the audacity, the liver, the moi moi to dismiss my boobs. I think they are okay. A healthy C Cup; I'm sorry I'm not a D but still ...
Mr Soccer playing, Irish heritage, Boondock Saints loving Chem E to be can shove it up his penis. (It hurts more although I've heard it can be pleasurable.) God, he is so fine and buff. But he is such a jerk/ douche. Oh well, here's to romance, sex and all that comes with it.
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