Apr 01, 2007 16:27
So last night me sis and I went to a local diner for some late night brekky wekky, and wouldn't you know it THAT'S when someone decided to finally hit on me! Our waitress was making quite a few stops at our table so I decided to strike up conversation. When she walked into the middle of my sis and I conversing about our guitarist search I turned to the waitress and asked if she knew anywhere to find a guitarist. The lady started to get all sorts of chatty and I even slid her my number in a smooth, dapper fashion. And then she fucking cornered me... >.< She asked me how old I was... Honesty's the best policy, right? WRONG!!! x.x As soon as she found out how young I was [she thought I was 33!] I could hear the shotgun blast...
*sigh*
I'm still licking my wounds from that... Months without anyone paying attention to me and then BOOM! Shot down on my first sincere attempt...
I fucking hate being 21. It's like... All the girls I'm used to hitting on are now too young, and the people that I think are my age are too old! Does anyone know where to go to meet people? Cause I'm like officially tired of this. >.< There should be like... ...A place where single people congregate for the sole purpose of meeting other single people... Like... Some sort of building that is unmistakably a haven for others who are seeking to improve their luck in finding a date... These do exist, right?
Gah. In other, not-so-whiney-McComplainsalot news, RTE is auditioning a drummer, currently. He's pretty damn good! He's keeping up, very eager, and, most importantly, he loves our music. So now, once we get the demo [man I sound like a broken record with that one, too] we'll have all the artillery we need to land us Guitarist X.
AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm done. This concludes my semi-monthly posting in lj. You may now resume your daily activity.