So it was like 2 am this morning and I get a phone call from who else but Ian. A guy I wanted to hook up with all summer (and may or may not have ;]) who says "I'm coming towards your street, I kind of have a bet with my friend. Will you come outside and kiss me? Just one kiss, on the lips" ...Yes because I totally thought he meant somewhere else? So the first thought was along the lines of "he's not a bad kisser..." second was "Wait! I have a boyfriend!" Then it got to the point of "It's two in the fucking morning what the fuck!" Then he says "I'll be there soon, I'll call you when I'm on the corner of your street and you can tell me which way to turn". So of course I don't expect him to call yet at about 2 30 he calls again and says "Is it left or right?" like I know which way he's facing and what street he's on. So I ask him and he tells me so naturally I go "Wait I'ma check if I can see you through my window!" I don't see him at first bit then I see him next to a stop sign three houses down from mine with his friend. Like wtf mate. Anywho then he starts texting me and playing the whole fine no seeing me for you thing when I say no. Then 5 minutes later he calls AGAIN! Saying something along the lines of "Please come outside, just one kiss". Unfortunatly (for him) my morals got the best of me and I declined... what do I need a kiss from him for anyways? I think I've had too many of those for one life... besides when he gets horny he looks kinda like a rat. Kinda gross.