  I've recently decided to sell things. You'd be surprised what people will buy. I recently approached a gruff looking gentlemen... about 40ish on St.Marks Place. I said, "Hello, Pablo (he just looked like a Pablo) would you give me a dime for my Zippo? " Pablo looked skeptical at first, then acquiesced. He produced some change from his pocket and announced, "Because you're so pretty- you get a quarter.
" Yes, people, YES!!! Anywho, my improv class ended our illustrious six week run on Tuesday and one of my fellow classmates had the bright idea to host an "end of class party" at his 200 SF studio. So, we all piled or shall I say spilled in. It was bumpin'. I brought my own forty of Sapporo, because that stuff fucks a lady up. Here's where the confessions come in. I have the hots for the said host of the studio soiree.
I find him very... "cute. " Within minutes of entering the party I turn to my friend, who happens to be a Latino firecracker reporter on Telemundo... and say, "I wish Mr. X would throw me up against a wall. " She responded by looking uncomfortable. The party rocks and rolls and various people leave. My gal pal Aubrey, (who may I add is the smartest improviser ever), and I sit in a corner and loudly proclaim our disdain for some of the people in the room. OK, one person in the room. Aubrey, like a good 19- year-old leaves and it's only me, the boys and my other 19-year-old friend Devon. This is when I go in for the kill. Eyeing my prey, I suggest playing Spin The Bottle! At this point nothing is beneath me. So I grab an empty bottle of Aquafina and spin. It lands on my "whatever" and he goes in for the kill.
Full-on frenching. HOT! Then I spilled my jack and coke down his back and he got pissed off. He spins again and it lands on me and we make out again. By the time the tomfoolery stops, I counted four kissy-poos. Again, my powers of seduction never fail me- ugh... well, almost.... I see him sitting on the couch in a kind bud/ vodka coma and try to straddle him.
That's when he puts a Fandango looking puppet in my face. Never a great sign. So, I take the hint and round up my fellow party stragglers- that why yes... were only a foot away. What will happen with Mr. X and me? Nothing! A little something? Stay tuned babes, stay tuned. X to the O, The official Blog Princess. 
