stale beer breath kisses are my fave.

ok, no. that’s for sure not my favorite, but there was a guy last weekend in Auburn. He definitely thought that in-my-face talking and sloppy smooches on the hand were going to get him somewhere. He was oh so confused.

I’m sure the le femmes know exactly what I’m talking about. I was in Auburn for a friend’s engagement party, and we decided to hit up the bars afterwards. I was only there for maybe 5 min before the random boy severely invaded my personal space with his stale breath, “Hya, I’maChrssss (drunken lingo for Hey, I’m Chris for those who don’t have your experience translator).” He did this not only once, not twice, but three times. Apparently, I was cute enough to talk to, but not enough to remember.