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The Tiësto remix is fire 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, we 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.  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 had the patience of a saint, especially considering how annoying I could be at times. It was like our relationship had a booty-call vibe, but there was something more. 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). 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.

I think one of his fav things to do aside from fucking, 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 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.