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The most un-me thing happened last night.
The story starts out with me spending my entire afternoon whining about how I have absolutely nothing to do. I had lunch, went on the internet, listened to music, the same old. I left with my six day beard and grunge/punk styled clothes and hairdo and ended up going to Best Buy to return a USB 2.0 port. Then I talked to my friend who was working for about a half hour. Then I went to visit some other friends of mine at their work. Where I talked about my future living arrangements and lament for life. I again complained about how bored I was.
I then went to Target.
There was a sale on condoms and nothing but the Trojan Magnums were left.
"Sale on "For Her Pleasure" in aisle six."
This is where things get...interesting. So, here I was just looking at socks, perusing. A guy(we'll call him "Nate"), who apparently recgonized me from high school, asked me out. I said yes, and I'd join him and his friend at a bar later(still don't know why I said yes). So, he called me, a hour later and I left an hour after that. I got lost finding this place, because he gave me the wrong address. So, I met him at this karaoke bar, which is so gay cliche in my opinion. So, there was about ten gay men, from around the ages of twenty to thirty hanging out. The scene wasn't theirs either, so we left for First Ave.
I was talking to this guy and his friend(who we'll call "John") for most of the time. Keep in mind, these are complete strangers to me, but they were all so nice. So, we get to First Ave and I really start talking to this "John". He was so interesting. We just talked, for over and hour and a half about everything. What sucked was that we were in a club. The music was so loud and I just wanted to talk to him. He just seemed so cool and we had some really unusual things in common, but he was more funny than anything.
Yeah, so we kissed.
Geeze Louise. We eventually left, and I drove everyone home, using "Nates" car. I dropped off "John" and he asked for my number, but I told him I just wanted to be friends. He seemed regretably cool with that. But when I drove "Nate" home, he kept talking about how he wished he was in "John"'s shoes. I apoligized, since he was the one to invite me. I dropped him off and walked to my car.
What a fuckin' awesome and heteromorphic(ironic using this word) night. I got home about four in the mornin' and just crashed. Blissfully. Oh, by the way, this "John" and "Nate" are really cute. Sorry, I have no pictures, since I left my phone in my car.
Zing...
The story starts out with me spending my entire afternoon whining about how I have absolutely nothing to do. I had lunch, went on the internet, listened to music, the same old. I left with my six day beard and grunge/punk styled clothes and hairdo and ended up going to Best Buy to return a USB 2.0 port. Then I talked to my friend who was working for about a half hour. Then I went to visit some other friends of mine at their work. Where I talked about my future living arrangements and lament for life. I again complained about how bored I was.
I then went to Target.
There was a sale on condoms and nothing but the Trojan Magnums were left.
"Sale on "For Her Pleasure" in aisle six."
This is where things get...interesting. So, here I was just looking at socks, perusing. A guy(we'll call him "Nate"), who apparently recgonized me from high school, asked me out. I said yes, and I'd join him and his friend at a bar later(still don't know why I said yes). So, he called me, a hour later and I left an hour after that. I got lost finding this place, because he gave me the wrong address. So, I met him at this karaoke bar, which is so gay cliche in my opinion. So, there was about ten gay men, from around the ages of twenty to thirty hanging out. The scene wasn't theirs either, so we left for First Ave.
I was talking to this guy and his friend(who we'll call "John") for most of the time. Keep in mind, these are complete strangers to me, but they were all so nice. So, we get to First Ave and I really start talking to this "John". He was so interesting. We just talked, for over and hour and a half about everything. What sucked was that we were in a club. The music was so loud and I just wanted to talk to him. He just seemed so cool and we had some really unusual things in common, but he was more funny than anything.
Yeah, so we kissed.
Geeze Louise. We eventually left, and I drove everyone home, using "Nates" car. I dropped off "John" and he asked for my number, but I told him I just wanted to be friends. He seemed regretably cool with that. But when I drove "Nate" home, he kept talking about how he wished he was in "John"'s shoes. I apoligized, since he was the one to invite me. I dropped him off and walked to my car.
What a fuckin' awesome and heteromorphic(ironic using this word) night. I got home about four in the mornin' and just crashed. Blissfully. Oh, by the way, this "John" and "Nate" are really cute. Sorry, I have no pictures, since I left my phone in my car.
Zing...