Chris is breaking my heart. I'm going to stop talking to him for real this time.
Sunday night I went to a party and got drunk for the fourth night in a row. I put on a black dress, boots and eyeliner and I think I looked really nice.
It was hot and crowded and everything was tinted purple. I met a cute sophomore boy with nice teeth wearing a suit and sneakers. His voice was kind of nasal-y, which I found endearing. We kissed with a bunch of other people around and he told me that I was sexy. "Sexy" feels like a really genuine compliment.
He took me back to his dorm and we had sex on his lofted bed. I think I told him at some point that he was a really good kisser. He was cuddly and easy to talk to and it was nice.
College is doing good things to my self-esteem.
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