HONEST TO GOD I'LL BREAK YOUR HEART,

He really really fucking hated clubs.  For whatever reason however his newest little vendeta adventure was obsessed with them.  What the fuck happened to girls wanting to hold hands walk the god damn park and blather about how cute their fucking dress was like you were supposed to be actually interested but in reality you were eyeball fucking her and depending on the type of person she was she either knew and lived it, or was totally oblivious.  Long run on chain of though he knew, but it needed no pause.  It was a fucking picture he was trying to paint you here.  

Either way, when did dating become this? Or was it just this one girl.  He had to think a moment, in his slightly drunken state. No no.  Not all.  Thank god.  He might have had to shoot himself once he got home tonight.  

With another shot downed the lovely red head, well he was sure other people might find her lovely he just found her annoying, turned her equally red hued gaze back to him.  A smile curling at her lips as her hips swayed so seductively, one arm above her head the other lowering to crook a finger at him.  Dear god in heaven.  He didn't know how much longer of this he could take.  Three days down dating this bitch.  Four upon the stroke of midnight.  Still not the full seven days though and holy shit he already had a mouthful of a list of things he wanted to tell this girl.  How sad really.  How could someone be so damn annoying.


Despite all things he smiled, and pointed to himself in that charming silly way a boyfriend might and her laugh graced her features however the sound was lost to the music as she nodded and mouthed "yes you." Fuck me.  Was all he could think as he pushed off the bar and started forward to dance with the bubble headed far to energetic young woman before he said "i got use the rest room" against her ear and started to make his way off.  God he needed a perfect kind of excuse to get out of here.  At least the dub-step was killer though.