I went to the SG burlesque show last night. Here is what I thought in no coherent order:
Missy is really fucking hot in real life. I did not expect her to be that cute and attractive. When I first made eye contacts with her, she looked at me, then stuck her tongue out sideways at me. Not sure if that is a compliment, insult, internally laughing at me, or just nothing.
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Until I meet the girl I am destined to marry, Nixon is the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. She is also one of the few "Goth" girls representing on the sight.
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Ravenisis has a great accent.
Stormy seemed pissed off when I told her "she has a perfect ass." I'm sorry. If you weren't showing it off with great effort earlier in the night, maybe I wouldn't have come to that conclusion? I don't get it..
Jaidee remembered me from the last show. I was pleasantly surprised by that.
I was looking at Reagan, and, as attractive as she is, I cant help but think she is to skinny for my tastes. I realized that I have never been with a skinny women. All the women I have loved have had curves. And that is what I need to see to find attraction.

One thing I didn't like: at the opening of the show, Missy and (either Sicily or Shera, I couldn't see) made a joke about how the girls were tired tonight b ecasue they had been masturbating for 3 hours straight. WAY to standard a porno line for me. Seemed out of place IMHO. I of course promptly forgot about as soon as Nixon walked out. :: swoon::

Now, the people there. ehh, I am indifferent, It really isn't my scene or crowd. Seemed a lot of college kids, wanna be hipsters, and Punks. I am neither of those things. I went there in my suit, whiteout contacts, and fangs. Yes, I am fucking dork!!! Very proud of that fact. But, it put people off. They seemed either ready to laugh at me, or be freaked. (Come on people, Where have you been for the last 5 years? Are you so unaware of a subculture that shares the city with you? ) I got a few compliments from a group of kids who looked like they shared the same tastes as me. I tell you, I am convinced that people are talking about me every time someone makes eye contact with me, snickers, then whispers something to there friends. Makes me want to take a brick and smash there fucking head in. But enough episodes of OZ had instilled in me a fear of prison.
I need to seriously stop seeing only the worst in people.