Tonight I went to a friend's house. It was basically a girls' night. We listened to the Beastie Boys, sipped some beers, and watched an old Red Hot Chili Peppers concert (Pink Pop, 1990). John Frusciante's such a babe. We all gushed over how hot John and Anthony both are. We sipped some beer. We talked girl things.
I ended up sitting with a very pretty girl I'd met once before. There were some things strewn across the couch, so we sat close to each other. I asked, "Are we sitting uncomfortably close to each other?"
"No," she said. "Let's snuggle."
So we did.
We played with the cats. We ate veggies and hummus. We all compared panties. I showed my friends my new breasts. By the end of the night, my new friend and I felt each other's breasts. We exchanged phone numbers, as well as hugs and kisses.
I love being a girl so, so much.
