Stupefaction

After feeling like my greatest infatuation, might turn into my greatest love (after one moment of talking to her in my room), I have been quickly reminded of how insignificant I truly am.

Last night, after dressing to the nines, she went out to a "frat party".  Never been into frats, in fact, I wouldn't mind if they all slid down a razor-wire fence into a pool of lemon juice, but thats just me.  Later in the evening after a few drinks, she arrived - fray boy in tow.  After listening to them giggle in her room for awhile, and drink more, the lights went out, and nobody left.  Trust me, I listened for the door.

Why is it that a FRAT boy can beat me to the punch?  What does he have that I don't have?  How could this be.  I would try to figure out how to beat this frat boy, if I was competitive at all, but I prefer being a defeatist.  I just don't get it with girls, and I guess contrary to my beliefs, Sophie Fox is no different.

Figures.