Choices, Choices

As I was working on a paper the other night, a blast from the past Sophie Fox returned home from a night of drinking.  Walking in in her little black dress, sloppy and clinging to the walls, I watched her collapse into my door way.  She exclaimed about how much she had drank as I picked her up off my floor and put her on my chair, God she smelled good.

She proceeded to tell me how she had always thought I was cute.  Such a nerd, but cute in that way.  I didn't care what people thought of me (not true), and I was different than all of the frat boys that she had gone out with before.  A little bit late, Sophie, Thanks.

Yet, I was strangely attracted to this offer.  I certainly never thought my biggest problem in life would be choosing between TWO girls, thats for sure.  I couldn't believe this moment was happening to me.  I didn't know what to say as she moved towards me.  I pressed my finger to her lips, and told her I couldn't.  She thought she was denied, I thought she was drunk.