ncmo

ncmo: acronym for "non-committal make out"

so about making out...

I had a crummy day.  Worked a double shift.  Head was pounding.  Couldn't sleep.  I was watching late night news on channel 6 to kill time when, unexpectedly, my phone buzzed.  Someone was texting me.  Their message simply said, "I heard you had a bad day." It took me a moment to figure out who it was. Finally, I realized it was Ryan, one of my sister's co-workers that she set me up with recently.  I replied politely and went back to banging the remote against my forehead in an effort to alleviate pain.  Suddenly, our text conversation weirdly escalated to Ryan saying, "I'm on my way over to make out, should I not be?" At this point I was baffled.  My phone buzzed again, "I'm in your building's parking lot."  I texted, "I'll come down and meet you."  It took me awhile though because I couldn't find any pants.  Eventually, I found a pair of jeans and walked him back to our apartment.  Later Ryan told me, "you really didn't need to put on pants." True, this is true.

Thinking about it, what kind of person is crazy enough to come over just to make out with me and relieve my stress? and only after meeting me for the third-ish time! Ridiculous. I thought it was a nice gesture. Hopefully that doesn't make me a skank. Probably does. Oh well. Thanks Ryan...I think?

update: hummm. I've decided that being a good kisser is a curse. Don't get me wrong, I like making-out just as much as the next gal, but so far, I've only found one person on par and, well, let's not talk about that wound because it has yet to heal.