a weird guy called me last night. he said something along the lines of 'let's make love'. I switched off my phone. I think he just called me again. I'm currently ignoring all calls that my handphone can't ID.

He claims to be a Ben, and that I'm a great kisser and that I gave him my mobile number, saying he could call me. Which is weird, cos no matter how much I drink I have never forgotten BIG things like that. AND the fact that I only went clubbing 3 times this year. Once in S'pore with Von and her friends who'll take care of me. Once in Melb with Winnie and my older brother, who'll take care of me... besides, I was the one taking care of her happy 'I'm not a lesbian, but I think you're hot' friend. and Once in Sydney with Li-ray, who'll take care of me... and I only had 2 drinks that night.

AND I would like to point out that I don't go around randomly kissing strangers, thank you very much.

He refused to describe how he looks, and he has no idea what I look either, he was just pretending to know what I look like... 'you're Asian, right? and you've got a good body. ...' stupid idiot.

There are somethings I just don't do, no matter what, cos it's not me. This Guy is A Faker. A Weird, Perverted Faker. I'm so sad. My friend tells me I stayed too long on the phone, and it'll entice the guy, and the guy would call back... and he did! I thought maybe my friend was playing a joke on me at first, but it went on too long for it to be a joke. I should have shouted **** off to the guy or something, instead of going.. 'erm, I'm going to put down the phone now.'

IF THIS IS A JOKE BY SOMEONE, I HATE YOU.




love, think_orange
6:31 PM