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Man, you give a girl a wonderful night out, and suddenly she thinks she’s a socialite, lol. So…my attempt at recreating the magic wasn’t so successful. One key element about being a socialite that they forget to tell you is that……ummm, you need associates. Friends…colleagues…people around you to make it a “social” event. Perhaps that “crew” I mentioned in the last post.

 
Yeah.

 
Even if they aren’t your people, per se’……you still need ‘em around you to complete the scene.

 

 
Eh well.

 
I was a lil attention starved yesterday. For the first time, I almost understood why my (guy) friend does this “cuddle” buddy thing.

 
I know, right? Da fuck is a “cuddle buddy“? Basically, a fuck buddy without the fuckin.

 
I didn’t get it either. Still don’t, quite. But yesterday, I definitely coulda gone for some more attention from Chris Brown. A cuddle even.

 

Which lead to the following conversation:

 

“Think I’m startin to understand that cuddle buddy thing. Dear God…I’ve apparently reached lame.”

“LOL. Are you accepting apps?”

“I’m not sure yet, tho I’m in serious need of some attention. That’s so wack to admit.”

“I don’t judge. You don’t have anyone that you put away for a rainy day?”

“Nope. I travel lite.”

“That’s the thing…you don’t travel with em. Its kinda like a ING account.”

“Now that I do have.”

“So call them up.”

“I meant an ING account.”

“Oh.”

 

 
Oh, is right. I’ve got ING……and NO man to answer my call. Womp, womp.

 

 

“She wants that lovey dovey……that Kiss Kiss.”

 

 

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