Yeah so the boy who asked for my phone number on Monday? He never called. I guess it's paybacks for that time that we slept together and I didn't say goodbye to him.

Damn! He was cute. I thought he'd be a good diversion from Derek. Oh well, I heard he's a serial fucker here in the Cornfield so I guess in the long run it's a good thing that he never called...but yet another blow to my ego.

Perhaps it was my shabby look from Monday...maybe he doesn't remember that underneath the shirt/old jeans and flip flops there's a cute bod? the boy must have no imagination. But that's ok, I'm going to take my two guy friends down there tonight (maybe, if they'll actually go) in a much more fabulous outfit. And I'll just smile sweetly and ask him if his phone isn't working...actually, I'll probably just ignore him.