*lightin up my newport*
see, das dat bullshyt ri der....
first, he don't even remember you, cuz he done been wif so many broads, you're a numba. second, don't ever ever play urself like dat again. Period. when he didn't acknowledge you, dat shoulda been a wrap right there....plus he a frat boy, he tryna get as much puddi as he can. and trust, he's gettin it. be glad he didn't get with u, cuz no tellin what he passin around....and i'm willin to bet his penis bout to burn off anyway cuz he done ran up in so much boody, don't make no sense.
to him, ur an option. with frat boys, there is no such thing as "friends." all they wanna do is hit, tell his boys (which, by da way will make u a hot commodity on campus, and surely you don't want ur name smeared on campus, or worse, get a letter from the health office tellin u dat u picked up an STD cuz he had to tell who he slept wif, etc) and keep it movin... he ain't gonna hit you up no more on Facebook cuz its too difficult to get in ur drawers.
consider urself lucky. i know yall young, but stop going for looks all da time (i know, i know...)
if you wanna friend dat bad, getchu one of those nerdy Steve Urkel lookin math/science major guys. Hell, those the ones that'll do your homework, carry ur books, and can benefit you....
ten times outta ten, they ain't burnin cuz nobody givin them any nookie...lololol...but ur boy, his weewee is tainted chile..