aenemated

well, we went out. wow. what a fuckin night, man. she picked me up around eight (she insisted on driving ... for what reason i have no idea) and we went to pf chang's for dinner. which i dig. they have the best version of general tso's chicken ever. so yes, dinner, a few drinks and then off to chicago brewery's swanky upstairs lounge for a few more drinks. after maybe 4, she decided to sit in my lap and convince me to go to a strip club. (mind you, i've spent zero money so far) we go to sapphire and proceed to bitch about the lacluster quality of girls there. after her failed attempt to find, and i quote, 'a bleach blonde with fake tits and a tan ... a girl that looks like me!' we decided to leave. i'm driving at this point and as we stumble to the car, she asks what we're doing now ... and i say, quite suavely, 'whatever you want, sweetie.'

'i want to go back to your place.'

ok!

i need not go into detail, but suffice to say i'm very tired and very sore and have numerous bite marks and scratches. but it's cool. very cool, actually, as this girl is fucking gorgeous. tall, thin, tiny waist, fake boobies, tan and long bleach, blonde hair.

yeah, a younger, less bitter version of the ex.

well, she has prettier eyes, too. i just need to find her playboy pictorial now.

back to work. huzzah!