My best friend finally turns 21 and has a birthday bash at this club in the city. It was fun, I had a great time. Those who were closest to him, including myself, threw him a small but surprise party where we got him a red velvet cake. I don’t want to brag but he was a lucky dude that night. I got 3 cakes and 2 bottle of Champaign. It was a fun night. I dance, he dance everybody seen to have enjoyed themselves.
On the mist of my time in the club I got reconnected with an old friend at the club. As a show of his token of appreciation we talk, and re-exchange number and twitter. He even manage to sexual by licking cake icing of my finger. Later he told me he still thinks about me. I turn to him, hug him and ask him what about me he thinks about. He suddenly got control of himself and say I am lying am messing with am drunk, I could not care less so I told him whatever. But truth is drunk or not he does have feeling for me.
I wonder if it was because how I looked. Every since my body transformation I have been feeling spotted. Even at the gym with those I am crushing on. I don’t want my body to speak for me. But for some reason, day by day, I am letting it do all the deciding. I don’t want to be those men whit a nice body but can’t hold a proper conversation. That is not me. That is what I hate, but more and more I find myself turning in one of them. a pain but whatever.