invitation.

please, come. i hear the echo of his message. i just exchanged a few emails so far with him- mr. dj. a cutie. a few years... okay, maybe over a decade - older. 

need to find a girl to go with me. i noted when talking to him. but i never did. i have no real girlfriends over here. oh well. so i went by myself. a few encouraging words and another few songs sung with the radio made me really believe i was not a shy girl. because it is never bad to listen about beautiful eyelashes and how cuute, how damn cute you are.

walked in. waved on him and felt sooo f.ing stupid that i wanted to leave within a minute, but guys just started talking and asking, and talking... he comes around soon, but im already too busy.

i let the guys take my number. i will decide if i want to see them again tomorrow, when i sober up. when not spoiled by kissing and never-ending street wandering.

he invited me for another party. weekends just about to start.