I have not been able to stop thinking about my Caliente Mexican lover. I make sure the feelings are mutual by sending hot pictures to remind him of what awaits him in New York City. I already forgot about the Runaway Frenchie. He is good in bed but there is no passion, plus I still can't get over his arrogance. Yesterday I had a girls night out in order to get drunk off margaritas. Unfortunately I forgot my ID and everyone was certain I was underage. My friends were sneaking me tequila shots under the table just like in the good old days when I used to drink underage. We go to a "hot" NYC night club to find out we are the ONLY people there. How weird. We were debating if we should just make the club ours and start dancing like crazy but then we gave up and went to another bar. There, of course they would not serve me since I looked so damn young so we decided to just go home and blaze while having girl talk.
2:30 AM Walking home from her apartment I get hit on by a large group of sexy men outside the great hotel I visited a few days ago... Aaaaah, brings back memories...
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