BATS is finis.
I drove, I paid and I got a peck on the cheek like you'd give your Aunt Mildred. I was home by 8:15.
Thank God for my friends - they had to spend most of the night trying to drag me out of my rejection depression. But booze, dancing and seeing idiot boys act like, well...idiots was fun.
Onward and hopfully upward. I just wish I hadn't spent a month acting like an idiot for someone who clearly doesn't deserve me.
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