One night draft 1

It was her guys night out. She's a girl's guy. Confident, sexy, feminine, likes to talk trash, but very very sweet. My lady friends happen to be having a girl's night out. It's the fraternity life. When you date a sorority girl in college, you date the whole sorority (especially when the rest of your fraternity brothers do the same). They were out to celebrate a Texan's birthday, and I have learned those girls are partiers.

Guy's girl looked beautiful. I watched her get ready that night. Fifteen minutes, a change of clothes and a twist of her hair,and she came out looking like freshly baked bread. Wonder-ful (sorry for the bad word choice, but you have to admit, it's funny).

I had my mind on that night...meaning, I tried to keep everyone's name straight. I'm bad with names. It was good. I introduced guy's girls's friends to my friends who I was worried about. They can be intimidating. They are mostly southern girls who dress to the teeth. Their hair is straightned and nails are polished. They are fun and loud and when they walk into a bar, the guys all turn and look. The best part is that they know it too. I think it's my charm and personability that goes well with these ladies. I couldn't picture myself dating one of these girls. I know too much about them. I'd rather be the guy friend then the boyfriend.

Guy's girl was charming that night. She moved in and out of the packs making people smile and other blush. She knew exactly when to look over and in my eyes. She touched smalls of backs, talked closely to the ladies and still managed to entertain her guy friends. The sorority girls whispered into my ear that night, "she's awesome." I got messages the next morning, "she's so adorable."

She went to me that night and said she was sorry she wasn't as attentive to me as she usually would be. I laughed. I said, "we have pleanty of time, Ms." Those lips and those inquisitive eyes get me everytime.

And that was the last night I saw her