jekyllandhyde

Ho...ly... SHIIIIIIIT. Last night was the strangest fucking night I've ever had. I'll give you all the short version:

First of all, I had my dreaded novels class midterm yesterday, and I kicked its ass. I've been worried about it for weeks now, and I finally got over it. Shit, it was hard, but yes, I'm just that fucking good. I proved I'm good enough to be at fucking Oxford. There really aren't a lot of people I know who could pull off what I did. I know I'm kind of bragging right now, but I don't give a fuck. I've been down on myself a lot lately, and this is at least one thing I know I'm fucking better at than anyone else I know.

So that night I went out to dinner at my new favourite (hah, British spelling) Oxford restaurant/bar, All Bar One, and had a glass of sauvignon blanc and an Archer's and Lemonade (Archer's schnapps mixed with 7-Up). Then I came back to the pub here in Oriel and met some guys for a little while and had a white Russian and another Archer's and Lemonade. So, a little tipsy, I decided to go see this British movie called The Descent (which was fucking awesome; the best horror/thriller of its kind since the first two Aliens movies).

After the movie, I decided to head back to the Goucester Arms on my own, the goth bar we as a group went to the other night. That night, I had seen quite a number of downright gorgeous goth girls, and I was still in celebration mode for my midterm being over, so I figured what the hell? I got there and started talking to this big guy -- shaved head, tattoos all over his arms, the works. He kept trying to get me to growl something that sounded like a Satanic incantation, which I always managed to avoid.

Anyway, he got up and went somewhere else (the drinks were piling up in me by this point, so there are some gaps in my memory about the next few events), and this fucking hot goth girl with long jet-black hair and a thong sticking out from her skin-tight pants (and yes, she DEFINITELY had the body to pull that look off) takes his seat and we started talking.

Well, I'm not quite sure what followed, because the next thing I remember, my back is against the wall and she's pressing her body up against mine, and we're making out hardcore. She kind of wraps her leg around my waist and I remember taking hold of it somewhere near her thigh (this is all in public view, mind you, though nobody seemed to take particular notice -- maybe this sort of thing happens there a lot).

Then, out of nowhere, the guy I was talking to earlier comes back, takes a look at us, and shouts, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He comes up behind her, grabs her shoulders, and pushes her away from me. He then gets in my face, grabs me by my shirt and pushes me back up against the wall, and starts shouting at me. I couldn't really understand what he was saying, between the incoherent yells and the bits of saliva splashing onto my face, but I did pick out the phrase "my girlfriend." At this point, the only real thought going through my head was, "Oh, SHIIIIIIIT!"

He clenches his hand into a fist, and I'm trying to find some desperare way out of this situation, looking at the bartenders (who just shrugged and watched the whole thing) when the girl screams, "Who the FUCK are you?!" The guy turns around to yell at her... and stops. He stares at her for a second, then looks back at me with a face that could have been a mix of shock and (maybe) embarrassment. Then he cracks this grin and goes, "Aw, shit, I'm sorry mate!" He gives me a hug, and my body is perfectly rigid, me not having a single idea what to do.

It appears as though he thought I was making out with his girlfriend, only to find out that the girl I was with was someone completely different. He then proceeded to buy me three drinks (I have no memory whatsoever of where the girl went at this point), and I somehow stumbled back to the pub at Oriel, where everyone saw me stagger in and made me tell them what happened. They laughed... a lot. And I went to bed.

And you know... I'm single. Is there really anything wrong with that? I mean, fuck, it's given me a great story I'll have for the rest of my life (though my mom did call me this morning and asked what I did last night, to which I replied, "Umm...."). At least it wasn't a guy who came onto me this time. I should go back there sometime....

Random thought of the day: So Rupert Murdoch owns Fox News, which has been the outlet for all the Right Wing "moral issue" voters these past few years, right? Yet he owns the British tabloid The Sun, which prints a picture of a naked woman on page 3 every single day. Something doesn't add up here....