five nights in a row at the bar.
no action whatsoever.
until the fifth night, when i'm told by a girl i played darts with all week "if i wasn't dating someone, i would totally go after you"
by another girl that i talked with for a bit who i met 9 months ago, and hadn't talked to since - "you strike me as a very genuine person, you're damn attractive and very nice. you could be wearing a paper bag and still be hot." (all said in her new zealand accent. fuuuuuuuuuck) but, she's got a boyfriend.
a very very attractive LESBIAN who used to be straight and married, who i've been flirting with blatantly for a few weeks (you know, the over-the-top type shit, cuz she's a lesbian, so what does it matter, right?) shoves her tongue down my throat (who i am to argue with it) and tells me "sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't"
at this point the bar was closing, and i was on my way to a party, i told her to come along, but she wouldn't. i think maybe i should've ditched the party, but oh well.
then, on our way out, i run into a very very cute and damn cool girl who's 27 and MARRIED who i met a couple weeks ago and talked to for hours, and told her to come to the party, which she did (knowing full well i'd be the only person there she knew)
so at the party we talked for an hour or so (the whole time about serious topics, intellectual intercourse if you will) when she showed up, after the first girl of the night left the party (after giving me her phone number and telling me we should hang out more)
around 5:00 i walked the wife part way to her car, peck on the cheek.
and then i walked home, alone, while the sun started coming up.
did i mention all of these girls were gorgeous and told me all night how cool, great, hot, cute, intelligent, etc. i am. and i went home alone. I WENT HOME ALONE.
just kill me now. goddamn.
no action whatsoever.
until the fifth night, when i'm told by a girl i played darts with all week "if i wasn't dating someone, i would totally go after you"
by another girl that i talked with for a bit who i met 9 months ago, and hadn't talked to since - "you strike me as a very genuine person, you're damn attractive and very nice. you could be wearing a paper bag and still be hot." (all said in her new zealand accent. fuuuuuuuuuck) but, she's got a boyfriend.
a very very attractive LESBIAN who used to be straight and married, who i've been flirting with blatantly for a few weeks (you know, the over-the-top type shit, cuz she's a lesbian, so what does it matter, right?) shoves her tongue down my throat (who i am to argue with it) and tells me "sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't"
at this point the bar was closing, and i was on my way to a party, i told her to come along, but she wouldn't. i think maybe i should've ditched the party, but oh well.
then, on our way out, i run into a very very cute and damn cool girl who's 27 and MARRIED who i met a couple weeks ago and talked to for hours, and told her to come to the party, which she did (knowing full well i'd be the only person there she knew)
so at the party we talked for an hour or so (the whole time about serious topics, intellectual intercourse if you will) when she showed up, after the first girl of the night left the party (after giving me her phone number and telling me we should hang out more)
around 5:00 i walked the wife part way to her car, peck on the cheek.
and then i walked home, alone, while the sun started coming up.
did i mention all of these girls were gorgeous and told me all night how cool, great, hot, cute, intelligent, etc. i am. and i went home alone. I WENT HOME ALONE.
just kill me now. goddamn.
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an artist. suffering is the main staple. get used to it.
stay away from married women, they tend to have husbands,
sometimes big, angry husbands with hairy arms... plus why
would you want want the mess? oh, wait, I forgot...