We have a band playing tonight and Jesus! The one playing the guitar is so hot. I really like him, damn. We jammed to their music and I saw him looking at me, or maybe the loudness of the music and alcohol is getting to me? I was feeling a bit dizzy.
I was at the Bar Station drinking and that hot guitarist sat beside me holding a glass of Whiskey. "Hey, you're hot... What's your name?" I tipsyly said to him and I heard him laugh at my unlikely voice. "Robin is the name, cutie pie. Yours?" and I laughed girlishly, "Cali, Hey. Call me? Here my number" I gave my number and he stood up from the stool and walked away. "That was easy" as he was walking away farther from me, I shouted, "Call me, m'kay?" and he just nodded and gave me a cute little smirk.
My friends and I were talking and drunk. "Hey hey hey, listen. This hot guitarist was cute! He had long, blonde hair and his eyes were blue as the ocean..." I said while gazing at the moon. My friends pat my back and started laughing hysterically, "What long, blonde haired dude? There wasn't! The guitarist had brown locks" she said to me and I didn't quite heard what she said so I asked what. "There wasn't any dude who had long blonde hair, Okay, Cali? Geez. I think the Alcohol is getting to you" She said jokingly and I was a bit frightened. "I gave him my cellphone number", I turned to my back to get my cellphone and my friends started singing Call Me Maybe. It rang and I received a message.
"Call you later, Cali".
