Every time something good appears to happen, it all goes to hell.
Charlie and I were supposed to go out tonight with some of his friends. I've been waiting around to find out details about when and where... and nothing. I'm all decked out, ready to go. Okay, sitting around in my satin chemise with my hair up and makeup on. I keep thinking, alright going downtown around 11 is normal. Going downtown around 12 is normal... It's not 12:14 - 45 minutes since the last I've talked to him.
I appreciate how I look. Why can't guys???
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