What is it about females that is so alluring? They don't have to do much, they don't have to say much. As long as a male feels she is his type then it's all good. Then comes in the drunk frat boy. She is wooed by his ways, the way his flipped up polo collar ruffles in the wind. Makes me nauseous. I believe it's the alcohol. I hope it's the beer. The look in her eye upon seeing me again and speaking uplifts my moods. I'm ready to go home.

It's time to crash.