Y’all, I forgot to tell you something
So for starters, I work in an ice cream store near Boston and this past weekend was the Harvard vs. Yale football game. So work was honestly kinda awful because it was twice the amount of entitled Ivy League students who don’t know how to order ice cream (apparently it’s really hard to figure out!) but anyway. I finish my shift, I’m tired, covered in sticky cream, and it’s cold as balls outside and I have to wait for the last bus to show up at 1 am, so clearly I’m not happy. So I’m standing there
barbecue sauce on my titties with a friend and since it’s a Saturday night after a major football game in a large, well known university town, there’s a lot of drunk people out. Used to that.
I see this group of girls coming towards us, stumbling, being loud, clearly had a good time earlier and they’re just going on their merry way, linking their arms together Wizard of Oz style. Well, as they’re passing, one girl makes eye contact with me and literally gasps and slows down, dragging her crew back a little bit in the process. She asks me if I “like their link”. Not knowing what to say but finding it funny, I laugh and say yeah. She instantly starts saying she loves my smile and that I’m beautiful and I. Am. Floored. Her friends start pulling her away and she goes “Oh my GOD and your hair girl what if you and I linked up” and now her friends are laughing and they’re heading back down the street. And I’m just standing there, covered in ice cream and syrups, hair in a messy clip after a 7 hour shift, bundled as fuck being told by a complete (drunk) stranger that I’m gorgeous at 1 AM and I still haven’t fully processed it.
[TL/DR: Get out of work a mess. Pretty drunk girl tells me I’m cute and we should “link up” then disappears into the night. My Bi ass is shook. Please come back drunk girl link me the fuck up]