The Ridiculosity of TM

Okay, this post is going to focus on TM and how ridiculous he has been lately. Our story starts last Tuesday, with the Surprise Text.

The Booty Text, 4 or 5 days after TM breaks up with his girlfriend:

TM: What you up to?
Me: Just left the Phi house, going to hang out with some friends.
TM: I haven't talked to you in 4ever. How you been?
Me: I've been really good. Super busy, but good. You?
TM: I've been chilling and enjoying life. How did any of those boys ever work out for ya? Find any keepers?
Me: Well, I broke up with the one I went out with before break, but I'm seeing someone else now.
TM: Nice. Sorry, I'm going to bed now.

And if this wasn't hilarious enough, I got back to my room to find that he had sent me a facebook message 10 minutes before texting me, asking basically the same thing. Can we say "desperate"?


The Barefoot Formal:

As most of you know, I met TM at last year's Barefoot Formal, when he was just a wee little prospie grinding on older college women (aka, me). To be fair, I was the one grinding on him. Anyways, last night was Barefoot Formal, and (this is a little bitchy of me) I felt pretty gratified that I had a boy, and TM was by himself. S was really cute last night, actually; we spent most of Barefoot Formal swing dancing, which was really fun. Afterwards, a group of us played light-up Bocce Ball and hung out in Stasi's apartment eating homemade ice cream. I'd say it was a great night, in all.

NEXT POST: Emily meets S's mother.