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Seriously, what is wrong with men? Either they're pushy and annoying and everything has to be their way or they're overly sensitive and...
Ugh.
I've already banned straight men from my life, why do I continue to talk to the gay ones? Not my online friends, but the ones in real life. Seriously! Except for Scott, because he's like my little brother. The rest of my boy friends are driving me flipping up a wall! They exclude everyone from their little circle who *isn't* also a gay male, but the instant they need something, who do you think they call? And hells yes, you'd better be there ready and willing with time, energy, and patience to help them through whatever problem has spontaneously erupted to ruin their lives. But do they ever reciprocate? No. Of course they don't. Instant you try to talk to them about anything, its automatically I'm Too Tired or I Have To Run or I've Got My Own Shit To Deal With or Figure It Out Yourself. Ok, so this is probably fairly typical for the life of a fag hag, but it gets fucking old!
And how DARE he whine and complain to ME of ALL PEOPLE!
Anyway, end rant.
I went out Saturday night with three girls I hardly know. I was already drunk off my ass when they picked me up (thanks to my borderline-alcoholic gay boys, heh.) Four girls go to a dyke bar and...
Ok, did I mention I was already drunk? Let me just reiterate this-- I was fucking TRASHED by this time. We got to the Egyptian and I drank nothing but water and I didn't need to, I was that fucked up. I'm really surprised I didn't wake up with a hang over or get sick and die or something, because I was really that drunk. Alas, I am a lightweight when it comes to the drinking.
So anyway, we get there and do the tour, find a table, hang out. I don't remember if I went over to her or if she came over to me, but I ended up out on the floor dancing with this CUTE butch dyke boy. *swoon* She was so cute! I told her so, I thought she was hot. She was like my height, similar build, short short hair, kinda dressed like a frat boy, nice smile.
We danced for a few songs and then I needed water so I wandered off. A while later she came and found me and asked where I'd gone, told her I needed the hydration. She asked if I wanted to dance some more and I was like 'sure!' So we danced some more. Oh mah gawd. She grabbed me and held me so tight, hands at the small of my back or between my shoulder blades. Me, I'm a touchy-feely-giggly drunk, been accused many a-time of turning into a sorority floozie, and, well, its all true. I haven't actually had any complaints about this, mind you, but there you have it. Needless to say, I was all over her. I love how she felt, especially like her neck and her hands, so small! I'm so freaking shameless, we were dancing and I kept kissing her neck and her face and finally just grabbed her and pressed my lips to hers and made out with her on the dance floor. A lot. And then I wandered off again, more water. I seriously wasn't thinking she'd want anything to do with me after that, ya know? But she did come with me and we did go back and dance some more and the next time I went to get water I asked her if she wanted to go with me and dragged her across the room by the hand. She gave me her phone number.
I've been debating on wether or not to call her. Like, if you give someone your number, that means you want them to call you, right? Logically, this makes sense to me. Call her, right? Call her and leave some stupid message and say "Hi, this is Kari, you know, the really drunk girl from Saturday night" and try not to sound too dorky and hope she calls me back? Gah, I almost wish she'd given me her email address instead, I'm such a pussy about making phone calls. (This is only funny considering I worked on the phones for almost three years, minus that little bout of unemployment.) Its so stupid, I had no reservations about sticking my tongue down her throat but the idea of calling her makes me freakin nervous! I don't know why, its not like I have any expectations about this going anywhere, but it'd be fun, ya know?
Ugh.
I've already banned straight men from my life, why do I continue to talk to the gay ones? Not my online friends, but the ones in real life. Seriously! Except for Scott, because he's like my little brother. The rest of my boy friends are driving me flipping up a wall! They exclude everyone from their little circle who *isn't* also a gay male, but the instant they need something, who do you think they call? And hells yes, you'd better be there ready and willing with time, energy, and patience to help them through whatever problem has spontaneously erupted to ruin their lives. But do they ever reciprocate? No. Of course they don't. Instant you try to talk to them about anything, its automatically I'm Too Tired or I Have To Run or I've Got My Own Shit To Deal With or Figure It Out Yourself. Ok, so this is probably fairly typical for the life of a fag hag, but it gets fucking old!
And how DARE he whine and complain to ME of ALL PEOPLE!
Anyway, end rant.
I went out Saturday night with three girls I hardly know. I was already drunk off my ass when they picked me up (thanks to my borderline-alcoholic gay boys, heh.) Four girls go to a dyke bar and...
Ok, did I mention I was already drunk? Let me just reiterate this-- I was fucking TRASHED by this time. We got to the Egyptian and I drank nothing but water and I didn't need to, I was that fucked up. I'm really surprised I didn't wake up with a hang over or get sick and die or something, because I was really that drunk. Alas, I am a lightweight when it comes to the drinking.
So anyway, we get there and do the tour, find a table, hang out. I don't remember if I went over to her or if she came over to me, but I ended up out on the floor dancing with this CUTE butch dyke boy. *swoon* She was so cute! I told her so, I thought she was hot. She was like my height, similar build, short short hair, kinda dressed like a frat boy, nice smile.
We danced for a few songs and then I needed water so I wandered off. A while later she came and found me and asked where I'd gone, told her I needed the hydration. She asked if I wanted to dance some more and I was like 'sure!' So we danced some more. Oh mah gawd. She grabbed me and held me so tight, hands at the small of my back or between my shoulder blades. Me, I'm a touchy-feely-giggly drunk, been accused many a-time of turning into a sorority floozie, and, well, its all true. I haven't actually had any complaints about this, mind you, but there you have it. Needless to say, I was all over her. I love how she felt, especially like her neck and her hands, so small! I'm so freaking shameless, we were dancing and I kept kissing her neck and her face and finally just grabbed her and pressed my lips to hers and made out with her on the dance floor. A lot. And then I wandered off again, more water. I seriously wasn't thinking she'd want anything to do with me after that, ya know? But she did come with me and we did go back and dance some more and the next time I went to get water I asked her if she wanted to go with me and dragged her across the room by the hand. She gave me her phone number.
I've been debating on wether or not to call her. Like, if you give someone your number, that means you want them to call you, right? Logically, this makes sense to me. Call her, right? Call her and leave some stupid message and say "Hi, this is Kari, you know, the really drunk girl from Saturday night" and try not to sound too dorky and hope she calls me back? Gah, I almost wish she'd given me her email address instead, I'm such a pussy about making phone calls. (This is only funny considering I worked on the phones for almost three years, minus that little bout of unemployment.) Its so stupid, I had no reservations about sticking my tongue down her throat but the idea of calling her makes me freakin nervous! I don't know why, its not like I have any expectations about this going anywhere, but it'd be fun, ya know?