Last night, after a long successful day of shopping, I got all prettied up and was ready to go out on the town. Ian was supposed to come and pick me up, and we didn't know what we were going to do, but what ever it was, I was going to look good.
I put on my tight, black, low-cut sweater, my skinny, dark, cuffed jeans, my red patent leather heels, and my white studded belt with my signature "PERVY" belt buckle. I wanted to look so good for him.
He didn't show up. He was too busy.
So, I spent the evening looking like sex on wheels... with fucking Crispy... in front of fucking Rhino's... listening to a fucking autistic kid in a paper plate mask beat the hell out of a drum and sing dumb fucking songs (and no, I'm not joking at all).
I put on my tight, black, low-cut sweater, my skinny, dark, cuffed jeans, my red patent leather heels, and my white studded belt with my signature "PERVY" belt buckle. I wanted to look so good for him.
He didn't show up. He was too busy.
So, I spent the evening looking like sex on wheels... with fucking Crispy... in front of fucking Rhino's... listening to a fucking autistic kid in a paper plate mask beat the hell out of a drum and sing dumb fucking songs (and no, I'm not joking at all).
hi_bias:
oh, rhino's... i try to avoid that place like the plague (because of, well, autistic kids beating on drums).
antrdunc:
I went there once with my ride filled with girls wanting to see their men perform. Micah and I both puked one after the other. I wasn't sure if i had to, until i saw his red vomit stinking up the stall floors and walls. The girls had to pee on the side of the road on the way down, pne of them was furious with the time it was taking. I'm sorry he never showed, awful frustrating, depressing, and you expected to impress with no results. Sometimes i wish i wasn't a guy. 