I bet you weren't expecting to see a post from us!
Man, it's been awhile. There have been stories, I assure you, I just haven't blogged about them. Atlanta has been all kinds of busy, and so she's not blogged any of her stories either. We are sincerely sorry for our absence.
But I wanna bring this blog back to life, so I'll share a story from Friday evening. Okay, let's go!
I have short hair, and because of such, people like to assume I'm a lesbian. They don't just assume, they like to tell me I look like a lesbian and question my sexuality - like it's any of their business to do so, but hey. Sadly, I'm used to it, and I just answer the questions. If I grumbled every time, I'd be one irritated panda, so I don't bother. Anyway, this girl approached me at the bar. She was really drunk. Like, probably should have been kicked out of the bar and not allowed to order two more vodka waters level of drunk. She came over to me and messily asked if I was a lesbian. When I said no, I'm actually straight, she proceeded to come onto me anyway. Hard.
Okay, for the record, I think girls are pretty awesome. I've been with women and it's been wonderful. They're pretty and soft and they smell good. Well, usually. In this girl's case she was a mess and she reeked of vodka. So, regardless of whether or not I'm attracted to women, I was not attracted to her. Even if she would've been a total babe, her level of intoxication was not how I like to roll. So bottom line, I wasn't into her.
So there I am, sitting on a bar stool, and she's right up in my business. Telling me I look good and pretty much trying to sit on my lap. I was leaning further and further away before she finally decided it was time to go out for a cigarette. I decided this was a good time to move and possibly go to the washroom. So I go pee, and when I come back I did my best to avoid her at all costs. I ducked away from her once, and a guy asked me who I was avoiding. Geeze, was I that obvious? I told him the crazy drunk girl and pointed to her, telling him that she couldn't take a hint that I wasn't interested in her. Funny story, she was hitting on him earlier that night.
Since he clearly rejected her, and I was hoping she forgot all about me, she was trying to reel in someone else. All over some other guy, and then another guy, and another, until at the end of the night she was feeling up some dude at the bar. Here's hoping she got some and calmed down a bit. I feel sorry for that guy, though...
All in all - Friday night was a bust. I looked fucking hot, but I wasn't anywhere long enough to talk anyone up and bring them home. Or go home with then, whichever.
Can't win 'em all, until next time...
amandla
theartofmadeline
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