Thursday, January 06, 2005
A HUNDRED BOYS MAKE FOR LOADS OF FUN...
Bar Sinister on Saturday night...loads of fun...no, seriously, it was if you could get past all of the bullshit first...
To start off the night, there were the two guys who grabbed me on the way out for a cigarette. One was decently cute...in a kind of girlie-druggie way (though he was wearing a pair of white nikes, making him look like a roadie and making me wonder how he got in to a goth club in the first place)...But then they started talking...one told me that I looked like I might be from India...though, he didn't think so because "Indian is my favorite food and I should know..."
He claimed to be named after Mt. Brandon, Ireland's highest point...he was also just stinking drunk...
We were able to get away from them, but in the meantime, Beth ran into "Little Masoko" outside, a 5-foot Asian man, who asked her if she was there alone. When she told him, "no, I'm looking for my friend," he replied, "OK. Thank you." and walked away.
There was Angelo, the 5' 5" Italian married man who had already hit on Beth a few months ago at the same club, who came up to her again...he stopped dead in his tracks and exclaimed, "I know you from somewhere!!" She said, "I know, you're married!!" He then walked away.
There was Siddartha, who came up to Beth and said, "I am mesmerized by your beauty." He then bought her a drink and said, "Marry me." When she said, "I don't believe in marriage," he replied, "I don't either. We are perfect for each other, then!"
Later in the evening, he came back up to her and said, "Have you read the book "My, Antonia"?" When she said, no...he said, "Well, it reminds me of you..."
There was Bradon, who told Beth that she had the "perfect" look for his band's music video...
And then there was the "perfect" guy I talked to for about an hour that night...just great...going well...had the look and the personality...until the end of the night when I find out not only is he 22, but he doesn't even live here...he goes to school in Las Vegas...
Somebody, find me that gypsy, or at least a suitable girlie-druggie to take his place for now...because as you can see, we're not having much luck here...
Bar Sinister on Saturday night...loads of fun...no, seriously, it was if you could get past all of the bullshit first...
To start off the night, there were the two guys who grabbed me on the way out for a cigarette. One was decently cute...in a kind of girlie-druggie way (though he was wearing a pair of white nikes, making him look like a roadie and making me wonder how he got in to a goth club in the first place)...But then they started talking...one told me that I looked like I might be from India...though, he didn't think so because "Indian is my favorite food and I should know..."
He claimed to be named after Mt. Brandon, Ireland's highest point...he was also just stinking drunk...
We were able to get away from them, but in the meantime, Beth ran into "Little Masoko" outside, a 5-foot Asian man, who asked her if she was there alone. When she told him, "no, I'm looking for my friend," he replied, "OK. Thank you." and walked away.
There was Angelo, the 5' 5" Italian married man who had already hit on Beth a few months ago at the same club, who came up to her again...he stopped dead in his tracks and exclaimed, "I know you from somewhere!!" She said, "I know, you're married!!" He then walked away.
There was Siddartha, who came up to Beth and said, "I am mesmerized by your beauty." He then bought her a drink and said, "Marry me." When she said, "I don't believe in marriage," he replied, "I don't either. We are perfect for each other, then!"
Later in the evening, he came back up to her and said, "Have you read the book "My, Antonia"?" When she said, no...he said, "Well, it reminds me of you..."
There was Bradon, who told Beth that she had the "perfect" look for his band's music video...
And then there was the "perfect" guy I talked to for about an hour that night...just great...going well...had the look and the personality...until the end of the night when I find out not only is he 22, but he doesn't even live here...he goes to school in Las Vegas...
Somebody, find me that gypsy, or at least a suitable girlie-druggie to take his place for now...because as you can see, we're not having much luck here...
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