Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby

ok, so can I preface this post by saying, yes, I know it makes me sound slightly slutty, but whatever. I'm not. So it's okay.

I am SO sick. I hate being sick. And I hate being sick when (if I had just had a little common sense) I could have just prevented it.

I was out on saturday night, and a combination of events lead me to make out with this random boy in a bar. On the dance floor. In front of the several hundred people in the bar with me. Yup, we made out, then he turned to say something to his friend and I walked away.

Yes, never really a classy move. Especially when you have a) never met before and b) have no idea what his name is. But more importantly c) when he is a slobbery (ew!) kisser and gives you the worst freaking cold ever.

Boy-in-bar-in-philly I HATE YOU!! This was not the week when I needed a cold. I don't have enough stress in my life sheesh. And I could feel it lurking ever since his slobbery kiss, getting a little worse each day, until today. Bam. Friday. Runny nose, sore throat, headache. Yuck.

I am so mad.

So I was upset that Billy and I had passed the three week mark in no communication and apparenly our relationship was over. Would a little closure be too much to ask for? Apparently. And I knew I was going out with my friends, and I made a determined effort to have fun that night. I didn't take my phone out (drunken calls/texts are even more terrible of an idea than random make outs). I put Billy out of my head. I didn't want to be the drunk girl messily crying over some boy. So apparently my brain translated this into me becoming the drunk girl randomly making out with some boy on the dance floor. And also, all of my friends have fairly steady boyfriends, and yes, I am slightly jealous of their normal, drama free relationships. And a little upset that I no longer have someone to go home to. But is that any reason to go searching for the one germy boy in the room?? (and I'm not saying he looked germy, I do have some standards--he at least appeared to be showered).

All I'm saying--the next time I go out drinking, send me out with some airborne to ward off any slobbery mystery kissers.