Last night.
So, I went out last night to the Haze. Now for those of you not familiar with the place, let me enlighten you. The Haze is the alternative to the other clubs in the Beckley area, and by "alternative" they mean it's where the gay people hang out. So, I've been here before as my friends and family had been there quite a bit and it seemed like there was a nice healthy balance of gay people and straight people. Well, once I moved here, there wasn't. Until last night that is. So, I see these chicks walk in, and they appear to be straight. Or at least appear to be. They end up with a giant table of really butch lesbians, so I decide it's probably not worth the trouble to flirt with any of them. I then meet this chick that my step-mom knew, and she seemed pretty cute. So, the night goes by, I end up chatting with this chick for quite awhile, blah blah blah, I end up going home with her. Fun. (I won't bore you with the sordid details.) So, she brings me home today, and for some reason, I am filled with the desire to not call her again. Being around her today, I just can't figure out what it was that attracted me to her last night (alcohol possibly) and I feel kinda like an asshole because I really don't think I'm going to try that hard to stay in contact with her. She was really nice, and really sweet, but something is just missing. I don't think that spark is there, or something like that. Does any of this make sense? I don't want to hurt her feelings or anything, but I don't know what to do. She came over tonight and we watched a movie, but then after I came up with some lame excuse as to why she needed to leave. I think she knew, but I can't be sure. It is clear that I am the Sir Edmond Hillary of assholes, I have climbed the highest mountain. I've never done that, hooked up with a chick then not called or ignored them or anything. Oh well, the gods will find some creative way to punish me I'm sure. Later people.