|Taken from partyrehab|
For both the formals this week, I was equally anxious. The first of the two formals was actually a date, as in, "I am inviting you because I legitimately think you're cool and cute and want to get to know you better" kind of date. So of course I was anxious for that. The boy seemed interested and I did not want to ruin the fantasy, or something equally silly like that. But then everything goes better than expected. He's a perfect gentleman, the food is good, you have a lot in common, and exciting things like that. It doesn't end quite the way you want it to, but there's always the next week. And what's the worst? You find out if you have even more things in common?
The second of the two was in the friend zone. I got all dressed and beautified and met up with people I can have fun with. There also was good food, but definitely classier music and a more familiar setting. But it was very nice to just hang out with people into the wee hours of the morning. A bit of drama happened, but that's to be expected for most periods of life.
But now starts an intense period of studying. I think I've had my fair share of fun for the end of the semester.