People were nice to my tits. But then, that's what they're for.
Considering how badly my attempts to be friendly usually go (I'm not weird on purpose, I'm just Bad At Human) it should come as no surprise to learn that I remain monumentally fucking terrible at flirting. TERRIBLE.
In other news, this evening I saw a woman play a theremin while Professor Elemental freestyled over the top, and also saw a man wearing what looked like a home-made Ood mask singing a cover of "Creep" by Radiohead while pretending to masturbate with a cluster of blue rubber tentacles protruding from his fly.
And I'm weird and difficult to talk to.
It was an okay night. Some hiccups, some altercations, some jangling nerves, some pleasant conversations, some pleasant surprises, some unpleasant ones, a lot of fantastic costumes (and some shit ones), an Electrical Engineer who was also a boat, a woman dropping fish in my cleavage, and this:
"Success! I talked to him. And that girl isn't his girlfriend. And we talked about stuff and I was charming and turned the hypnotic power of my boobs on him and CAN HE PLEASE GET IN MY VAGINA NOW, I HATE THE TALKING PART."
Spoiler: he did not get in my vagina.
Human interaction is high on the list of things that I am very bad at, especially interaction with strangers, and this is going to fuck me more and more the older I get. Can't get or hold jobs. Can't make or keep friends. Can't get laid, at all, ever. Etc, etc. Alllllll of my problems in life are caused by me being shit! [Also, what's up with this bullshit where my kinks are everyone else's hard limits? FUCK YOU.]
In other news, this evening I saw a woman play a theremin while Professor Elemental freestyled over the top, and also saw a man wearing what looked like a home-made Ood mask singing a cover of "Creep" by Radiohead while pretending to masturbate with a cluster of blue rubber tentacles protruding from his fly.
And I'm weird and difficult to talk to.
It was an okay night. Some hiccups, some altercations, some jangling nerves, some pleasant conversations, some pleasant surprises, some unpleasant ones, a lot of fantastic costumes (and some shit ones), an Electrical Engineer who was also a boat, a woman dropping fish in my cleavage, and this:
"Success! I talked to him. And that girl isn't his girlfriend. And we talked about stuff and I was charming and turned the hypnotic power of my boobs on him and CAN HE PLEASE GET IN MY VAGINA NOW, I HATE THE TALKING PART."
Spoiler: he did not get in my vagina.
Human interaction is high on the list of things that I am very bad at, especially interaction with strangers, and this is going to fuck me more and more the older I get. Can't get or hold jobs. Can't make or keep friends. Can't get laid, at all, ever. Etc, etc. Alllllll of my problems in life are caused by me being shit! [Also, what's up with this bullshit where my kinks are everyone else's hard limits? FUCK YOU.]