New Year’s Eve party, right before midnight. Me: Why are you even here? Guy That I’m Into: I came here to tell you that I’m sorry. (I’m picturing a Ryan Gosling-type guy. Classically handsome with this rugged appeal, but not as attractive as Ryan Gosling because he’s way out of my league. Someone that I could believably be with. Must remain within the confines of reality.) Me: Sorry for what? What are you sorry for? (I know what he’s sorry for but I can’t let him know that I know; also I’m being overly dramatic as of now.) Guy That I’m Into:…
Author: Valaniece Christina
Valaniece Christina
Valaniece writes comedy essays and love essays mainly because her love life is a joke.