Today I had my first encounter with a flasher. ITS SO CRAZY MAN. Like I was just sitting down outside 313 and then this guy suddenly stood infront of me...maybe about slightly less than 1m away from me, and I just looked at him because he was just standing so still. I noticed something was wrong and when I took a second look, I REALIZED THAT HIS DICK WAS OUT. HOW EFFING GROSS? And then he started to touch himself.
argh, I wanted to vomit. But I just grabbed my stuff and left. The girls next to me also freaked out, they literally jumped up and scurried away. I AM SURPRISED NO ONE SCREAMED.
Idk why I didnt scream too. I just, scurried away as well.
When I met Andre, I was like really flushed. Like my face was really red, and I was panting madly. All I could say was..."OMG. omgggggg. OMGGG. JUST.SAW...OMG." And he's like "huh? tell me. what?? what did you see?" and I'm like "OMGGggg, JUST....SAW...A DICK." and hes like "A WHAT!? and I thought you were flushed and excited because you were happy to see me"
HAHAHHA.
anyway, WHY DO SUCH PEOPLE EXIST???? I don't want to think about it at all anymore. gross to the max I say.
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Yknow how when the right people come at the wrong time...I just wish I could hold them and say "wait for me". But that would be really selfish.
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