Message to PETA: Leather Saved Me from a Broken Wrist

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

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