Dating is weird. I don't think I'm cut out for it.
As many of you may or may NOT know, I have never been on an "actual" date. The majority of my relationships start in the bar and end in the bar. I go out, get drunk, meet some poor hapless fool, and we start drunkenly dating. Eventually one of us sobers up and it either gets serious, or seriously bad.
So. My date last night. My first "real" date.
My sister and her husband have been promoting me to Brian's (my brother in law) brother Jeff. God knows why because I personally thought Jeff could eat it, and Jeff usually dates small blonde things that are diseased. Since I was terrified, I insisted my sister and her husband come to dinner with us. They brought their daughter and the evening was spent at Ken of Japan getting teppan and watching Kailani's eyes get as big as saucers. Meanwhile I was drinking beer like a madwoman. Since you know, I don't know how to communicate anymore with the opposite sex when I am not slightly intoxicated.
Dinner went over well, and then Jeff and I went to The Regency and proceeded to drink more. We ran into some mutual friends, I got some girl's phone number (Hey what can I say, I see what I like and I work my magic. That magic being "hey sailor, going my way?") and we drank magical blue drinks and discussed tattoos until we shut the first bar down and proceeded to the second.
By this time Jeff was drunk and insisted I drive his Hummer to the other side of Simi to the only other open bar. That was a good time. Not. I refuse to drive a car other than my own ever again.
Anyhow long and pointless story short, we close that bar down, I end up at Jeff's house, I find out my sister and Brian told Jeff I was crazy, which lead to me drunkenly crying because for the life of me I could not figure out why the fuck they would tell Jeff that, I go to go home, Jeff chases me outside, we go back inside, pass out, and are both subsequently late for work today.
And no I did not get laid in case you were wondering, it will be a cold day in hell when I start sleeping with someone again.
So here I am, hungover, irresponsible, confused, and completely over the dating scene. And Jeff wants to go out again tonight. I must be suave or the dude is a bigger drunk than me.
Maybe I should call that girl...
And how was all of your evenings?
As many of you may or may NOT know, I have never been on an "actual" date. The majority of my relationships start in the bar and end in the bar. I go out, get drunk, meet some poor hapless fool, and we start drunkenly dating. Eventually one of us sobers up and it either gets serious, or seriously bad.
So. My date last night. My first "real" date.
My sister and her husband have been promoting me to Brian's (my brother in law) brother Jeff. God knows why because I personally thought Jeff could eat it, and Jeff usually dates small blonde things that are diseased. Since I was terrified, I insisted my sister and her husband come to dinner with us. They brought their daughter and the evening was spent at Ken of Japan getting teppan and watching Kailani's eyes get as big as saucers. Meanwhile I was drinking beer like a madwoman. Since you know, I don't know how to communicate anymore with the opposite sex when I am not slightly intoxicated.
Dinner went over well, and then Jeff and I went to The Regency and proceeded to drink more. We ran into some mutual friends, I got some girl's phone number (Hey what can I say, I see what I like and I work my magic. That magic being "hey sailor, going my way?") and we drank magical blue drinks and discussed tattoos until we shut the first bar down and proceeded to the second.
By this time Jeff was drunk and insisted I drive his Hummer to the other side of Simi to the only other open bar. That was a good time. Not. I refuse to drive a car other than my own ever again.
Anyhow long and pointless story short, we close that bar down, I end up at Jeff's house, I find out my sister and Brian told Jeff I was crazy, which lead to me drunkenly crying because for the life of me I could not figure out why the fuck they would tell Jeff that, I go to go home, Jeff chases me outside, we go back inside, pass out, and are both subsequently late for work today.
And no I did not get laid in case you were wondering, it will be a cold day in hell when I start sleeping with someone again.
So here I am, hungover, irresponsible, confused, and completely over the dating scene. And Jeff wants to go out again tonight. I must be suave or the dude is a bigger drunk than me.
Maybe I should call that girl...
And how was all of your evenings?
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I gotta keep it going for a bit tho' - she has a hot tub.
and that cacation iw as so lookoingforward to them taking hell im not allowed to leave hte house and theyre likely to call me to make sure im not drinking. how much trouble can i get if im upstairs on the computer or playing hte ps2 anyways hah. oh well
i hope things are working out for you and little miss brooke she sreally cool too
i need to apologixe to her too.