Little Black Book
Polaroid spectra 1200 film, modified scrapbook
9 x 6 inches
2010-present 
ongoing project

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He took me to a diner for our date. He returned his meal not once, not twice, but three fucking times, and then complained about having to go on a long run the next day because otherwise the food was going to make him fat (side note: if I wanted to date a bitch, I would be a lesbian!) As I was driving him back to his car, he told me to pull over. He started kissing me and then asked me if he could 'hold himself' after we made out. I didn't know what the fuck that meant so I just shrugged. But then to my surprise, he proceeded to jerk himself off in my BRAND NEW FUCKING CAR! I was not trying to clean that shit up, so I left his weird ass on the side of the road...

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I went on a date with this guy who ended up having way too many gin and tonics at dinner. He got so fucked up that he had to call his mother mid-date to come pick him up from the restaurant. I was actually glad that I wasn’t going to have to take his sloppy ass home. I don’t really care if a man can handle his liquor or not, but a momma’s boy is a whole other story….

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I met this guy junior year of college. He asked me out one Saturday night and I accepted. We went out to dinner and then to a bar and spent the night drinking and playing pool. We were there till closing and walked back to his place. Next thing I know I was in his dorm room and we were kissing and things were getting pretty heavy. I guess he got the spins, because he started squeezing me painfully tight. He ended up pushing me off and running out of the room into the communal bathroom with his hard-on just rocking out! I could hear him throwing up the whole way down the hall…. When he finally returned he passed out on the floor. I had had enough of his shit, so I left him by his trashcan and ventured home.

I met him on a blind date at a bar. He sat facing the door and every time a girl walked in, I fucking kid you not, he would look over my shoulder, interrupt whatever I was saying and say "pass" or "yeaaaaah". Finally a group of guys walks in and again; while I'm mid-sentence he jumps up and runs over to them without  acknowledging me. So I did what any respectable girl would do...I ordered two of the most expensive shots of tequila and walked out. About five minutes later he called and said, 
"Where did you go? I really liked you." Douche bag.

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