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I should not be surprised there is a drink called Golden Eye. It sounds interesting. I should have my resident bartender work on this one for me.
Courtesy of DrinkMixer.com
Pour goldschlager schnapps into a glass, add a nut, then layer the baileys irish cream on top.
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I know, I should be studying academics, not investigating possible leads on men-friends, but I, too, get lonely. Plus, I keep having this curiousity about why certain girls always get guys. I’m not being intentionally mean, but I have my shallow points and that sticks in my craw.
I digress.
I had decided to scale back my active pursuit of men to by about 90-95 percent for various reasons, some of which involved what felt like maturity. So that day, when I ended up at that student organization board meeting, man-trapping was not even on my agenda. I was in a t-shirt, a denim skirt, and covered in war paint and paraphernalia related to a sporting event I had attended. I had not changed because I was planning to attend a soccer match for my school right after and would probably end up looking the same way, just with different colours.
Unfortunately I was distracting some of the other board members, including this one guy who had the most beautiful golden eyes. Soon we were flirting across the meeting. I know, how very unprofessional, but if a guy can excite me without touching me, I’m in heavy lust.
I forgot to get Golden Eyes’ number when I left the room. But I figured it wouldn’t be hard, since he and I work for the same organization.
About three days later, I sent him an email. No response.
About a week after our initial meeting I was in a student lounge, looking like a hot mess, once again. I think I had 2 hours sleep, and was at the point that once I was functioning, I would keep moving. I was on the phone with another friend when someone says, “Hi.”
I was so sleepy I did not recognize the person, but as I am not rude, I said hi back. On his second time passing by me, I pulled him aside and asked him if we had met. Ooops. Yeah, it was Golden Eyes. I shook it off and begged forgiveness on the account I was exhausted, but still he should check his email for the email (about a coffee date, but I didn’t say) and get back to me.
Three hours later: I was packing up in my second to last class when someone calls my name. It was Golden Eyes. I’m surprised. That was fast.
Golden Eyes told me he read my email, but this was a bad time for him, he just broke up with his girlfriend but he wants to remain friends, etc.
I’m not going to lie. I’ve matured enough that I’m recognizing the bullshit from the time it starts to drop out of his mouth. Fine, I have my own bullshit. I told him I understand, it’s okay, and I made him laugh, while I’m thinking, you cowardly little bitch.
There have been other instances that I could have clearly called him out on, re: not being friends since we have not one, but two classes together. I can’t rely on him to call me back on time with respect to assignments, especially when I clearly specify in the voicemail that I’m calling to get data on (insert class here) for (insert date here). Friends my ass.
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