i think it can be safely and accurately said that the date started well and ended a total fiasco.
let's just say that abject drunkeness on her part, combined with some sort of quest to see how many times she could kidney punch me at the show, did not make for an excellent evening.
so here's the story. hung out and grabbed some food earlier in the day. she had to pick up her niece and do a little shopping for them both before the show. up to this point everything is nice and smooth. tell her to call me when she's leaving for the show, so we can both show up at roughly the same time. yeah, that worked well. she calls me after she's already been there for about an hour, while i've been sitting at home burning cd's and mixes for various freinds, including her. ok, no blood, no foul.
so i finish the last bit of her burning quickly and dash out the door. by the time i get to the club 20 minutes later (fucking traffic lights, conspiring against me!), she's already a bit, shall we say....toasty. again, no blood no foul. several of her freinds are there, introdctions are made, all is well. we're hanging out and talking smack about the band on stage when she gets a call. this is where things start to go a bit off track.
turns out the other guy she's seeing (and yes, we both know about each other, but he's a nice enough guy for a prepster) has gotten off work earlier and is headed out. no concern on my part, as i could really give a shit. however the transformation in her behavior is a bit concerning. this news arrives and she begins her descent into drunk-land. i mean i was a rather bad drunkard in my youth, but calmed down by 22 or so. she's downing like it's a competitive sport.
and so begins the "let's see how many times she can punch me in the kidneys" bit. and steal my banadanna, and yank my wallet chain and generally attempt to beat the shit out of me while appearing to be cute, yet is smashed ass drunk.
none of this was too bad, except for the kidneys bit. i've got a rather nice bruise coming up over the right one, and have been pissing blood all day. lucky me.
so about two, when it's time to go, other-guy and i get to preform the wonderful task of convincing drunk girl that drving home in her condition is not something that is happening tonight. especially after trying to convince us she's not drunk by reciting her abc's, she FUCKS UP! so we finally get her in other-boy's suv, i follow in her car, get dropped off back at mine and head home.
fuck this nonsense, i'm done with the dating "game". i'm just gonna wait the next seven and half months out, get back east where the women have some sense, and ignore them. i think i'll just get another dog. at least they don't get drunk (unless i leave a beer where my old mastiff could get to it).
christ....
-the geist
let's just say that abject drunkeness on her part, combined with some sort of quest to see how many times she could kidney punch me at the show, did not make for an excellent evening.
so here's the story. hung out and grabbed some food earlier in the day. she had to pick up her niece and do a little shopping for them both before the show. up to this point everything is nice and smooth. tell her to call me when she's leaving for the show, so we can both show up at roughly the same time. yeah, that worked well. she calls me after she's already been there for about an hour, while i've been sitting at home burning cd's and mixes for various freinds, including her. ok, no blood, no foul.
so i finish the last bit of her burning quickly and dash out the door. by the time i get to the club 20 minutes later (fucking traffic lights, conspiring against me!), she's already a bit, shall we say....toasty. again, no blood no foul. several of her freinds are there, introdctions are made, all is well. we're hanging out and talking smack about the band on stage when she gets a call. this is where things start to go a bit off track.
turns out the other guy she's seeing (and yes, we both know about each other, but he's a nice enough guy for a prepster) has gotten off work earlier and is headed out. no concern on my part, as i could really give a shit. however the transformation in her behavior is a bit concerning. this news arrives and she begins her descent into drunk-land. i mean i was a rather bad drunkard in my youth, but calmed down by 22 or so. she's downing like it's a competitive sport.
and so begins the "let's see how many times she can punch me in the kidneys" bit. and steal my banadanna, and yank my wallet chain and generally attempt to beat the shit out of me while appearing to be cute, yet is smashed ass drunk.
none of this was too bad, except for the kidneys bit. i've got a rather nice bruise coming up over the right one, and have been pissing blood all day. lucky me.
so about two, when it's time to go, other-guy and i get to preform the wonderful task of convincing drunk girl that drving home in her condition is not something that is happening tonight. especially after trying to convince us she's not drunk by reciting her abc's, she FUCKS UP! so we finally get her in other-boy's suv, i follow in her car, get dropped off back at mine and head home.
fuck this nonsense, i'm done with the dating "game". i'm just gonna wait the next seven and half months out, get back east where the women have some sense, and ignore them. i think i'll just get another dog. at least they don't get drunk (unless i leave a beer where my old mastiff could get to it).
christ....
-the geist
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I mean, look at Michael Jordan playing baseball or Bo Jackson and football...
I don't know how many hits to the kidney I could take without hitting back. seriously.
I couldn't play that game either. I've found I'd rather just wait long periods of time and "date" girls I know I honestly like from previous exposure to them.