Lessons Learned: Dry Spell in Love Life Ends with Marriage Proposal
BitchNichole has recently been experiencing a lack of fun in the love department. After tossing TheHorse out of her apartment earlier in the day from feelings of suffocation she began recieving texts once again from her Philippino friend MacchioBroker.
He sent her messages of love claiming that he had spent the last few weeks thinking of nothing but our heroine and wished for nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with the welsh goddess. A little unkosher to propose over text message but then again the diva has had worse.
After losing five bucks at Keno Rooms and BitchNichole decided to cut there losses and play TheQuestionGame at home. While driving to Wal-Mart to get cheap wine for the game the diva's phone rang and it was her self-proclaimed soulmate, MacchioBroker in the mood for some lovin' (though since this phonecall took place before midnight central standard time it is difficult to determine whether or not this could indeed be considered a "booty call")
The diva answered and she was yet again asked for her hand in marriage. However this being the third no given for the night he claimed that he would first have to kiss the welsh goddess for a total of ten minutes before deciding that he did indeed wish to spend the rest of his life with her. This comment was backed up by thirty drunk men in the background that claimed that 10 minutes was a sufficient time to determine lifemate status.
While searching for wine Rooms and BitchNichole ran into Compliment the nextdoor neighbor of the divas making his first alcoholic purchase of his birthday. The divas invited the neighbor to play their game when they got home.
After the diva excused herself to the bathroom she convinced Compliment that he needed to play DDR.
She went to her apartment to retrieve the game, discovered that they both have the same lucky number and stayed up until 4 AM listening to music.
The diva determined that dispite his comments on the diva's diet and excersize plans and horrid taste in music Compliment seems to be a pretty cool guy.
The night ended with an awkward hug as the diva searched for her lost cell phone.
He sent her messages of love claiming that he had spent the last few weeks thinking of nothing but our heroine and wished for nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with the welsh goddess. A little unkosher to propose over text message but then again the diva has had worse.
After losing five bucks at Keno Rooms and BitchNichole decided to cut there losses and play TheQuestionGame at home. While driving to Wal-Mart to get cheap wine for the game the diva's phone rang and it was her self-proclaimed soulmate, MacchioBroker in the mood for some lovin' (though since this phonecall took place before midnight central standard time it is difficult to determine whether or not this could indeed be considered a "booty call")
The diva answered and she was yet again asked for her hand in marriage. However this being the third no given for the night he claimed that he would first have to kiss the welsh goddess for a total of ten minutes before deciding that he did indeed wish to spend the rest of his life with her. This comment was backed up by thirty drunk men in the background that claimed that 10 minutes was a sufficient time to determine lifemate status.
While searching for wine Rooms and BitchNichole ran into Compliment the nextdoor neighbor of the divas making his first alcoholic purchase of his birthday. The divas invited the neighbor to play their game when they got home.
After the diva excused herself to the bathroom she convinced Compliment that he needed to play DDR.
She went to her apartment to retrieve the game, discovered that they both have the same lucky number and stayed up until 4 AM listening to music.
The diva determined that dispite his comments on the diva's diet and excersize plans and horrid taste in music Compliment seems to be a pretty cool guy.
The night ended with an awkward hug as the diva searched for her lost cell phone.
posted by Welsh Girl at 5:01 AM
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