car keys

LINK: car keys

Currently listening to: Car Keys – Alok & Ava Max

I’m the keys to your car, babe
If you lose me then, baby, good luck
I’m the king to your checkmate
Still yours, oh, baby, you’ve won
I’m the bubbles in your champagne
Grip me tight like you’re holdin’ your cup
I’m the keys to your car, babe
Whoa-oh-oh
Know that you need me

The Tiësto remix slaps too.

I’ve got this song on heavy rotation right now.   This is the kinda trance pop/progressive song I would love to listen to while being under the influence.

After the clubs, Grayson and I would either go eat at a 24-hour Korean or Chinese restaurant or go back to our place and have some epic after-parties. The energy was high, the music was pumping, and the good times were flowing. It was the perfect way to keep the party going and make the most out of our nights. At the time, my roommate was hooking up with half of Chicago.  I wasn’t mad about it but it did leave a lot less men to pursue since I didn’t want to be left with her sloppy seconds.

So, while my roommate was busy with her conquests, I was out there making my mark. And in the end, I realized that sometimes it’s better to stand out from the crowd rather than getting lost in it.

I’m really not sure how it all started but when I hopped on the back of his motorcycle, I knew he was going to wreck me.  He was the one I’d call or text when I was clubbing and shitfaced AF or when I got a bad vibe on a date and needed him to come and pick me up.  He answered quickly. Was he a simp? Maybe. But when we were together, I made sure he felt like the most special person in the world. He would come to pick me up wherever I was, drive me back to my flat, and take care of me until I fell asleep.

He had the patience of a saint, especially considering how annoying I could be at times. We had this odd situationship going on. He was Chinese and only attracted to blondes and blue-eyed girls. I’ve never been drawn to Chinese men before, but here we were. I was his first Korean and he was my first and last Chinese. He had this way of making me feel both demure and sexy simultaneously. He tolerated all my shenanigans without a single complaint (it was probably the closest thing I’ve ever had to a K-drama relationship TBH).

I think one of his fav things to do aside from spending time in the sack, was taking a shower with me and washing my hair.  When I was dosed, standing under the water and having my head massaged was one of the best feelings ever.  Hmm, thinking about it, he also did like putting me in a bath. Whenever I was with him, I was ultra clean. Like you could eat off my body… clean. It felt so damn good being taken care of and not being judged.

It all came to a screeching halt though when I moved out of state with my roommates. I wasn’t sure who was more sad about it, him or me. But we both knew that neither of us wanted a long-distance relationship.