Ahhhhhhh! I was soooooo scared last night!
I went out to the bar to meet up with some friends and ended up getting there about twenty minutes before them, even though I ended up running late (according to when they said to be there) and arrived fifteen minutes "late".
While getting a drink and waiting for them this obviously plastered, thirty-something, black lady just comes up to me and orders two beers and shoves one my way. What the hell, free beer is free beer. She starts talking to me, and Im a little wierded out, but if she's gonna pump alcohol into me I'll at least pretend to be nice, and she starts talking about how she just had sex with some guy in the bathroom and then goes on about how her husband beats her and on and on. Free beer or no free beer Im starting to look for a stairway, doorway, fucking window I can shimmy through. I'm trying to nicely break off the conversation, and the bartender is just staring at me laughing his ass off. Fucker.
Eventually she just gets a napkin by where the water is, jots something down, and hands it to me and walks away. I look at it and it's her phone number.
I scrubbed my hands for a hour after touching that napkin and I still do not feel clean.
To add insult to injury, ALL NIGHT, everyone who knew me in the club kept asking where my girlfriend was (ie the drunk lady) and my friends had no clue what was going on and the story was told to them, prolly about four or five times. Bad enough I actually went through it, I had to relive it and GAH.
I dont might odd people. I like em. But why cant a girl hit on me who doesnt want to smother me in my sleep, have a fling before getting committed, or some such?
Is it to much to ask?
I went out to the bar to meet up with some friends and ended up getting there about twenty minutes before them, even though I ended up running late (according to when they said to be there) and arrived fifteen minutes "late".
While getting a drink and waiting for them this obviously plastered, thirty-something, black lady just comes up to me and orders two beers and shoves one my way. What the hell, free beer is free beer. She starts talking to me, and Im a little wierded out, but if she's gonna pump alcohol into me I'll at least pretend to be nice, and she starts talking about how she just had sex with some guy in the bathroom and then goes on about how her husband beats her and on and on. Free beer or no free beer Im starting to look for a stairway, doorway, fucking window I can shimmy through. I'm trying to nicely break off the conversation, and the bartender is just staring at me laughing his ass off. Fucker.
Eventually she just gets a napkin by where the water is, jots something down, and hands it to me and walks away. I look at it and it's her phone number.
I scrubbed my hands for a hour after touching that napkin and I still do not feel clean.
To add insult to injury, ALL NIGHT, everyone who knew me in the club kept asking where my girlfriend was (ie the drunk lady) and my friends had no clue what was going on and the story was told to them, prolly about four or five times. Bad enough I actually went through it, I had to relive it and GAH.
I dont might odd people. I like em. But why cant a girl hit on me who doesnt want to smother me in my sleep, have a fling before getting committed, or some such?
Is it to much to ask?
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Except this lady at the bar it would appear. Not cool. On many different levels.
For Halloween I will be a punk zombie. A skinny shirtless guy with white paint and obscene blood. And plaid pants. If I can ever find them.