you know what bradley cooper is to me? he’s that guy that you see at a party/bar and you kind of go “yeah he’s pretty cute but very much not my type and i am very much not his” as you notice him flirting with a petite adorbs girl with the perfect skin and teeth who is drinking a beer VEERRRY SLOWLY. meanwhile you’ve got a beer in one of those steins shaped like a boot.and then you wind up talking to your gay best friend for the most of the event till the end of the night rolls around and all of a sudden you’re alone with the hot dude and you’re watching “12 oz mouse” together making drinks out of whatever booze is left at the party and pouring crumbs from chip bags straight into your mouths and then you’re making out like CRAZY PEOPLE on kitchen counters and stuff.
and you wake up the next morning and sneak out because WHOA IT IS HOT IN HERE. WATER! and you might as well just leave him your number and be like “call me if you want to try that again” because fuck. that was KIND OF AWESOME but you don’t have any expectations and you aren’t disappointed that he never calls because you realize it was a fluke for both of you and five years later you still look back on it fondly.
being young was awesome.
welcome to my life
