I apologize. I had no interest in you. But my friend's cat had some kittens and they were in need of new homes. So, in a somewhat inebriated state, I decided it was my personal challenge to find the kittens home. And being as you were at the party, I decided that you were clearly qualified for pet ownership.
So, I picked you out a kitten. And you took it. And somewhere along the lines, we made out. But that's beside the point. I made out with lots of strangers in college (and thereafter, to be perfectly honest...) You came to a perfectly normal house party, and left, not with a girl, but with a tiny, adorable kitten.
A long time later, I was somewhere on campus or at another party or something like that. The details escape me. But you came up to me and started a conversation. I had no idea who you were.
SPCA: you don't remember me do you?
me: should I?
SPCA: well, we made out one time.
me: still not ringing any bells...
SPCA: and you gave me a kitten
me: Awwww! Do you still have it?
SPCA: yes, and she's the sweetest thing ever!
Moral of the story: My being a makeout whore gave a kitten a great home and lots of joy to this college kid's life. Don't you love happy endings!
-W
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