I have a good friend named Emerson. Hes moving away for college in Colorado. Boy will I miss him, but I gotta say, some memories are best left alone.
Now is the only time I will spill the beans about our akward relationship...
He was a dork. This was my slutty time in life, where I pretty much wanted 'it' ALL the time. I would even do it with my friend the dork.
I was the reason he started smoking pot. It was his senior year, and from there, we got close. As friends.
Then he got to know my life. What I do. And he was a lot more interested. He started talking to me dirty over text. I'll admit I was totally turned on, but I knew that he never had the guts to say those kinds of things to my face. Let alone sober. It was his sobreity that left him so self-conscious and timid. It was because of that part of him that we never actually got to the dirty deed.
The day I invited him over, was the day our relationship with each other was never the same. He sat outside in his car, scared that someone would come home, and catch us. I told him there was no problem, but he was too lilly-livered. He drove away and came back. Still sitting in his car. He never got out, and there I was, waiting for sex. That was it, I wasnt in the mood. PAU.
He drove away, and I was ALL NUTTS. I called my good friend bitchin about him, and next time I saw him, HO MAN. Apologies, ALL DAY. Him tellin me he was so stupid, and he shoulda manned up, and how he wishes he could have a do over. He wants another chance, and I dont give it to him....
Ill miss that poor dork. But honestly, I'm kind of glad that, that memory is done and over with, never to be seen again....
