Apr 19, 2009 13:34
I love animals, but I also love my beef. And I even love this red YSL leather wrist cuff I borrowed from a friend. During a bottle-service party at HERE last night, I was talking to this guy I met at an earlier party, when they brought out a bottle of champagne. A minute before pop-opening the bottle, I predicted "that the shit cork is going to hit me somewhere, I can feel it!" Not even paying attention to what was happening, 'cause I was just so captivated by Mr. Gold's (we'll call him that for now) words, I felt something hit me on my right wrist. Seconds later I noticed that along with that little pain, I also heard a "POP". The cork hit my wrist and ricocheted towards the ceiling. Luckily, the leather served as a shield 'cause it would've been a bitch! Fashion saves the day, yet again!
Aside from that, I am officially the guy version of a shiksa. I find myself being attracted to Jewish guys as of late, and vice versa. It ain't a bad thing 'cause they're all smart (It's a pretty complimentary stereotype, if you ask me), most in particular this guy I met last night. Anyway, he's everything I would expect in a guy who lives in Venice; he is also a grad student in Philosophy with hopes to be a professor. Might I add, he's from the Upper East Side or Upper West Side of Manhattan, N.Y. But I will go with the flow on this one 'cause there's always a catch. There's a bit part of me, however, that hopes this will have potential.
shiksa,
jewish boys,
leather,
parties,
fashion