Want to come back to my place and finish our discussion on Freudian Theory?
Recently, I was at a party with my gals dancing the night away, celebrating being done with yet another quarter of my godforsaken Spanish class, when a sweaty guy from my class came up to me and started a conversation. It went as so:
Boy: Ammonia$ta?! [puts an arm around my shoulder and drunkenly leans on me] Totally didn’t recognize you! You’re like, actually attractive!
A$: Uh…thanks?
Boy: Yeah like…how come you don’t come to class looking like this? Totally would have hit on you.
A$: Oh uh… [trying to get out from under his arm without making him fall over] I’m just lazy I guess.”
Boy: [Laughs because he thinks I was joking and walks away]
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