Good Girls Gone Bad

Dear Small Town Samantha,

God, I miss you since moving back to the big city. Things just aren't the same without you. I have to fill you in on the craziness that is my life right now.

So I finally met some guys. The single life is finally getting fun. I was out with some friends the other night watching the game and started eye flirting with this guy who had a ridiculous t-shirt on. On my way back from the bathroom, I stopped by him and said, "Hey, nice shirt" and game him a wink. Later on, he sent some shots over, so I sent my number over. He texted me later on that night and told me his name was RigPig. We left that lounge and moved next door. He convinced his friends to follow us over. As I was chatting with some girls, he sent me a text asking if he should come over. I told him not to bother, not thinking anything of it. I got pretty tired after that, so decided to head home. On the way out, I gave him a wink. Probably not going to hear from him again.

Au contraire, he texted me on Tuesday asking if he could take me out. I told him I was busy, getting back into school and maybe some other time. Boy wouldn't let up. On Friday, after class, I was in a good mood so I finally said ok. We just went for a drink, had a nice chat, got a little tipsy, then I told him we could hang out again sometime... afterall, he did pay for the drinks. So I'm thinking sometime = maybe next week. But in RigPig language it apparently means he texts me 15 minutes later to ask what I was doing that night. Decided to take a risk and go out with him again... twice in one day. Awkward? Whatever. It was a good time... we totally made out the whole time. Now he won't stop texting me. Obvs, not looking for anything too serious right now, so I'll do him for awhile. He is pretty good. And the whole badboy thing turns me on.

Boy #2: I met this other guy a couple of weeks ago at kickboxing. Really hot, pretty tall, dark hair, cleanly shaven... what every girl (well, us) fawns over. First thing I say to Cat: "I'm totally going to tap that." She concurred. Then he started talking... much hotter when he just stands there. (Oh yea, and his name is FP.) Went out for dinner and drinks a few times, I wanted to kill myself. But he is nice to look at during kickboxing. RigPig is so winning.

This is where life gets interesting. Last week, I went home "sick" from work early. Instead of going home, went over to FP's. He was on his way out of town... I was thinking it was going to be a long weekend... and just needed to get some. It was hot. Literally. No air conditioning. Bah. Still... it was hot. On my way out, got a text from RigPig. He wanted to hang out. Headed home, showered, then went over to his house. We totally did it. RigPig & FP in one day. Within 3 hours. Awesome. Now I'm feeling a little ho-y. Should I? I mean, come on, summer of fun, right?

Miss ya,
Crazy City Carrie