when she kissed me

most of last night was spent in a fog of supercharged sexual energy. when katie called me and teased me mercilessly over the phone i was already tripping out on hot girls. ten minutes later when jared pinned me against the wall of the bart station and gave me one of the best hickeys ever i nearly passed out. when sam kissed me on the dance floor i couldnt believe this was actually me. when i saw the pictures i decided we must have teleported to an alternate universe where i was actually hot. when jared gave me my third hickey of the night i couldnt stay on my feet. i spent most of the night topless, entirely unselfconscious about any of the shit that usually bothers me because i felt hot. i felt beautiful. eyeliner and a black bra and low-slung black pants and steel-toe workshoes and i was one of the beautiful people. i felt like someone else. someone i know. someone who is much hotter than ill ever be. but when one of the first hot girls i noticed yesterday morning kissed me on the dance floor, i could believe it was all true.