The Girl of the Night award goes to my friend from New Hampshire slash Germany. She had plowed her boundaries for a boy she wanted and I am not talking in a bad way. She did what she truly wanted. And did not let anything that would normally hold her back. And it was beautiful.
I do that. Go for it, I mean. But for me, getting a boy's number is like looking for a needle in a haystack. And you're not even sure that the needle is there. It was not there last night. Maybe today it will be.