American teen chat rooms friends would tell me that so and so liked me or something to that effect but I almost never believed them. Sure I got some looks when we would play a party or something but I always african american teen chat rooms it was just because of my playing. After all, the lead singer gets all the girls, right? So I put my head back down into my book of Jim Morrison poetry and forgot all about the looker that was stepping up towards the driver and paying her fare.
“Hi, can I sit here?” said the voice, as I looked back up with surprise.
“ Sure, “ I stammered, “ if you don’t mind the company.”
She smiled and slid down into the seat beside me, “ I really would rather sit back here than up front with the old ladies and besides I think I know you, “ she said. “ Aren’t you the lead guitar player for Assassination? I saw you guys at Trisha’s party out by Lake Jennings last week and I thought you were just great….” african american teen chat suddenly realized that this gorgeous brunette goddess was actually acting like she was nervous to be talking to me, rather than the other way around. “ Yeah, that’s me,” I said, feeling a young comfortable to be talking about a safe subject, “but I think that was more like two or three weeks ago wasn’t it?”
“ I thought it was you,” she said. Her smile american teen chat wider and showed a young hint of teeth. “ You’re really very good, you know. We all thought so.”
“Thanks, I admit to being pretty proud of my chops but I’m surprised I don’t remember seeing you, I mean, someone as prett…err, an attractive girl like you I mean.” Damn it! C’mon Lance, I think she might actually like you, just spit it out! “What I mean is…. I just think…I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I don’t talk well but you know what I mean, ya know?”
“ I think I catch your drift,” she said with a mischievous smile. “I’m not surprised you didn’t see me. I had just broke up with my boyfriend and I was feeling a young down so I kinda hung back a bit. Anyway, my name is Gena, with an “e” not an “i”, american teen chat rooms yours?”
“ I’m Lance…”
For the next half hour I mostly managed to keep my foot out of my american teen chat rooms and sound somewhat intelligent. We even exchanged phone numbers when I got off at the mall. I told her I would call her when I got off work. That was the longest 6-hour shift ever!
Eventually it did end and I snagged a ride home from Sandy, who teased me all the way about why I was all smiles. She even leaned over and kissed my cheek, winked and gave me a sly “Good luck” when she dropped me off. |
