I was wearing a crop top and short shorts.....actually lets back up a little bit......I had been over at my friends house, he was one of those friends who you made out with at a party of another friend while you were belligerently drunk and now he had a big crush on you and you just wanted to be his friend, and this friend threw the best parties, lets call him Party House, but he also invited you...

I have commitment issues with my writing, I start a story, everyone that I let read it loves it, I make more progress and then I erase and start over. I think it's mostly because I'm a coward, writing is my escape, my reprieve, my haven, so the thought of sending something to get considered for publication and then getting an email back that says "Hey your shit sucks" Or even worse "We have...