The Door

He flashed his eyes accompanied by his smile that made anyone feel important. As I stood in his doorway I realized that there weren’t butterflies fluttering around in my body. I realized that I was comfortable. I smiled back and asked “Do you have any weed?”. He kept that smile across his face and laughed while replying that he was all out and had just finished it. I let myself into his room, fairly drunk and confident.

Here’s a little bit about me: I had two really close guy friends in high school. For that, I am so thankful. I’m a laid back person because of this and have slowly come to an understanding about boys. There’s different types and attitudes that you have to learn to adjust to, if you really want the guy. So as soon as I saw him, I knew I had to play the game better than him or else he’d walk all over me. So, I walked into his room with a confidence I hadn’t found before.

I let a lot of information about myself just flow out and I think that helped him loosen up. As he looked at his roommate and said, “She’s pretty cute, huh?” I bashfully looked at them. He called one of his friends to see if he had any ganja, he did, but it was a 20 minute walk across campus away. He opened his bedroom door and followed me out into the hallway.

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