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My hetero-life-mate and I went to the pub on Wednesday, for the open mike jam night. He plays guitar and bass, I occasionally sing and generally enjoy the live music as well as the musician clientele, (Not to mention the big bootied bartender that works that night...)
Anyway, we just got the last draw off of a big job and after a couple of weeks of staying at home, I had had enough of that shit. So we went out, got smashed out of our minds, and took a cab home (I'm gettin real good about that cab ride home thing.)
So, a friend of a girlfriend is there and we always chit-chat, even though her boyfriend hates it when I talk to her. Personally, I kinda do it on purpose just to get a rise out of him.
Well, she's got two friends there, one was the hoity-toity type chick who wouldn't be caught dead talking to the nerdy guy in high-school. I can't stand those superficial bitches. The other one was this Gothy-type chick, which I've never been sure about this type. She's not overly goth, with the Vampire shade of skin, overdone mascara, and tattoos covering her body; but she definitely has Goth undertones.
I'm wearing my favorite button down, a Bettie Page nude on my back with a ribbon in all the right places, definitely not something you'd wear to a job interview, unless the interview was for a tattoo parlor. Well, the mutual friend points out my shirt to "J" the Goth-chick. Then she introduces me. "Have ya'll ever met?" and J goes "No, but I've heard about you."
Now when I hear those words directed at me, my first reaction is pleasant surprise, It's nice to be recognized. But then It's absolute terror, OH SHIT, what has this girl heard about me?!
One thing I do like about gothys, they sure do know who Bettie is, and being a big Bettie Page fan, I always appreciate being appreciated.
Soooooo, later that night, J comes up to me and asks if I have anything to smoke on, which I didn't but I let her know that something might come around and I would pull her out if a session popped off.
Even later, we're talking again and I get the vibe, that this chick likes me! So, I'm sizing her up, getting an overall perspective, and I like what I see.
But alas, she had to leave, but as mutual friends with the other two girlfriends, she assured me that we would "hang-out sometime and get fucked up" so I should get her # from so-and-so.
Why do girls do this?
Why not gimme the frickin phone number right there?
So, later I'm talkin to so-and-so, and she's like, "I don't think she meant it that way." This is from the girl who I think always had a thing for me, but I was never interested, so now she's probably jealous that I like one of her friends.
Then she goes, "I think you just need to get laid." Which I do! But Damn! That's not what I was looking for here! Damnit!
And the mutual girlfriend has dropped off the map with the arrival of her new baby. Changed phone numbers even.
So, that sux.
And the dog chewed up my copy of Grand Theft Auto the same night.
Any redheaded, Latin, softball players out there?
1/13/2006 8:02 pm
Sucks to be you on that day. Sorry.|
1/16/2006 8:25 pm
Hmmmmm. Never thought of that....|
1/16/2006 8:29 pm
And again, DUH!!! |
Why didn't I think of that????
That's alright though, my girlfriend invited her to their superbowl party, which I'll definately be attending.
Also, that's my birthday weekend!!