The Bad Boy Computer Programmer At Wattpad

WATTDRUNK FRIDAYS 1

**Amanda**

If Sex In The City was a TV show about four single gals getting together on their computers to talk about work, books and sex--then Amanda and her Wattpad friends would be quite similar to the famous NYC quartet. But that's not what the famous TV show was about. Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte were friends in the physical world of New York City. Amanda, Mona, Geri and Jeannie's friendship existed somewhere between four laptops and the internet--wherever that was.

Despite not being exciting enough for HBO, the four Wattpad gal pals made the best of what they had to work with. Unlike Sex In The City with designer fashions and stiletto heels, Amanda and her friends dressed in pajama bottoms and worn out t-shirts--a pair of cozy socks to match or not match their ensembles. Except Mona. Mona opted for silky, lacy and skimpy.

Instead of telling tales about hot men plucked off the city streets and wrestled with between the sheets, Amanda and her friends discussed the handsome leads they read about online while snuggled alone in their beds. Except Mona. Mona typically never went to bed alone, but she got lots of reading done during sex when the love making wasn't up to her lofty standards.

"Where did I put it?" Amanda rose up on her tiptoes to shuffle through the alcohol bottles on a top shelf in her kitchen. "Ahh--there you are my pretty!" Pulling a bottle of wine from the cupboard, she glanced at a clock. "Shit! Almost 8! Where's my glass?"

Amanda searched the kitchen frantically for a wine goblet handcrafted by Jeannie, a single mother from the east coast obsessed with Pinterest. "Where is it, Winnie?"

Amanda's dilute calico looked up at her and meowed--more interested in the empty cat dish than the location of a special Friday night wine glass. Shuffling through a few items in a drying rack next to the sink, Amanda's eyes lit up. "There you are!"

Holding a glass goblet painted with the words WATTDRUNK FRIDAYS in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, Amanda shimmied her way into a chair at a tiny kitchen table. Her laptop was open and ready for the night's scheduled gathering. The only thing she needed to do was pop the cork on the bottle of wine and start drinking. This was one of the requirements for Wattdrunk Fridays. Everyone needed to drink a whole bottle of wine as they chatted online in the forums, aka Wattpad Clubs.

Amanda filled her glass to the brim and took a huge swig out of the bottle. With mouse in hand, she began clicking her way to a semi-private forum on Wattpad known as The Hub. She scrolled through The Hub's list of links until she found a thread called WINE AND WHINING FIXES EVERTHING.

"Hellooooo, ladies," she whispered to herself as she clicked on the link.

[[Amanda types & posts] I'm here--finally! You need to cheer me up, sistahs. Too many first world problems happening in my life right now. Only 8 votes on my newest story (thanks to you, ladies!), not a single reason to shave my legs for the last 12 months and some 67-year-old man keeps sending me messages multiple times a day on OKCupid asking if I'm DTF.]

[[Jeannie] @.YoDaBestR2D2 Are you using the Wattdrunk glass I sent you? What does DTF mean?]

[[Geri] @.FadedMomJeans Didn't you read Amanda's latest blog entry?
@.YoDaBestR2D2 Honey--fill that Wattdrunk glass up to the rim. Maybe when the bottle is empty that 67-year-old will look--64? Maybe he's senile? Is that why he's sending you so many messages? You should tell him you've already had sex with him and it was awful, then maybe he'll remove you from his list. Ha!]

[[Amanda types & posts] @.FadedMomJeans Yes! I'm using the glass right now. You're so artistically amazing! I love you, Lady. Muah!
@.GeriatricAt40 Trust me! My glass is so full right now, I can't even pick it up without spilling. I'm licking out of it like a dog.]