Saturday, August 22, 2009

On Mysterious Chirping Noises

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

Last night was interesting. I went on a date with this guy I met at a bar ( I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW it's a terrible idea.)
We ended up at my neighborhood bar called Small Bar. He turned out to be the kind of guy who makes friends easily but has no concept of what's appropriate to say on a first date.

" Do you date a lot?" He asks.
" Yes, I date very frequently. I'm trying to cut back, in fact."
" So, out of all the dates you've had how would you rate this one?"
" Seriously? This is about a 6 1/2." Which was far too high in my opinion. But the drinks kept coming and who am I to turn down Modelo Negra? No one at all.

Now I wont go into detail, but I'll admit when I've had a few drinks I get a little bit more candid and free with my words and free with a few other things too.

We ended up back at my apartment and he attempted several advances which I just wasn't having. He got upset, which is what they always do. I kicked him out and hopefully I'll never see him again. That would be very nice.

Yet again, disappointed. Not to mention I woke up this morning with a wicked hang over and after throwing my guts up I think I'm okay now.

Tonight, the roommates and I are going to our favorite Latino Gay Bar called Circuit, where we will drink, excuse me, THEY will drink and dance to our heart content.

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