I have to interrupt. I had to take a break because I had to drive two hours from Los Angeles to Irvine to see Dr. Yaron Brook speak. Yaron Brook is a badass speaker and I had been pumped to see him in person. If you're into philosophy and economics, I highly recommend checking him out on YouTube and picking up his book, Free Market Revolution. Anyway, I don't like to text while driving, and I was not going to let anything interrupt my experience at Dr. Brook's lecture, so I silenced my phone for most of the evening. By the time I had left, I noticed that I had five missed calls from my secret admirer.

I can now say that I somewhat know was it's like to be an attractive girl. I sometimes scoff whenever I hear girls complain about guys being hot on their tail, but now I get it. Seeing these missed calls one after another really creeped me out, and made me concerned for Ciara. So I decided that I would pretend to be drunk as an excuse to not call Chase back, and then come clean the next day to clear poor Ciara's name.