Men. Oy.
The Potion Makermercurialdawnium is a milky, pasty opalescent gel leeched from the saliva of a gryphon.Yet another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern
Speaking of milky, opalescent fluids, some other highlights of the weekend that I forgot about till aniika posted about our night out on Friday:
Friday night as I was heading home from the metro I spotted a cute guy standing and reading a paper. Whatever. I finished reading my book so I was kinda bored, and happened to glance at him a couple times. Lo and behold, I noticed that he was glancing back. And so the flirty glancing grown-up version of peekaboo ensued. Great fun. He smiled at me and mouthed the word "hi", so I smiled back and played the part of coy girl; His left hand was obscured from view by the newspaper, so I snuck a look at it via the reflection on the window of the metro car. Hello, big honkin wedding ring.
Now, because I'm the kinda bitch I am, the fact that flirting partner was married only heightened my amusement, in large part coz I wanted to see how far this jerk would take things. We continued to make eyes at each other, until finally a seat opened up across the aisle from mine. He went ahead and sat down, casting a come hither glance at me as he did. Then, to both my horror and hilarity, he stuck both hands in his pockets, and the fucker took off his ring.
Why get married then!?! Seriously. Given this guy's age range (late twenties tops) I find it hard to believe he'd been laboring in a loveless marriage for years and had given up all hope that the once vibrant relationship could be salvaged. Furthermore, that was rather self-assured of him, to think that coz we exchanged a couple glances and smiles on a twenty minute metro ride that there would be need for him to play it single.
That night me and the girls went out to Home Club. It was alright. There were four floors with different types of music, and I actually got to zone and dance to some techno. I haven't really danced in a long long long time, and it was nice. Very cleansing.
Then we returned to the main floor where they were playing craptacular rap-pop, including jursey_gurl's anthem about her lumps. We had been trying to play the game all night but were wont for legitimate candidates; jursey_gurl approached someone thinking he was Indian and would earn her a point, but it turned out he was Afghani. Despite his being worth nothing (at least where the game was concerned) we both started dancing with him, and then somehow it was just me dancing with him, and then he pulled me up nice and close, totally pressed up against his boner. I pawned him off on aniika for awhile, who flipped me the bird as he grinded up against her for a bit. And then somehow he affixed on me again.
I've decided that the next time some dude I don't know pops one while dancing with me he's gonna walk home all sticky after I make him come in his pants. Here's to hoping they're the expensive, dry-clean only kind.
Speaking of milky, opalescent fluids, some other highlights of the weekend that I forgot about till aniika posted about our night out on Friday:
Friday night as I was heading home from the metro I spotted a cute guy standing and reading a paper. Whatever. I finished reading my book so I was kinda bored, and happened to glance at him a couple times. Lo and behold, I noticed that he was glancing back. And so the flirty glancing grown-up version of peekaboo ensued. Great fun. He smiled at me and mouthed the word "hi", so I smiled back and played the part of coy girl; His left hand was obscured from view by the newspaper, so I snuck a look at it via the reflection on the window of the metro car. Hello, big honkin wedding ring.
Now, because I'm the kinda bitch I am, the fact that flirting partner was married only heightened my amusement, in large part coz I wanted to see how far this jerk would take things. We continued to make eyes at each other, until finally a seat opened up across the aisle from mine. He went ahead and sat down, casting a come hither glance at me as he did. Then, to both my horror and hilarity, he stuck both hands in his pockets, and the fucker took off his ring.
Why get married then!?! Seriously. Given this guy's age range (late twenties tops) I find it hard to believe he'd been laboring in a loveless marriage for years and had given up all hope that the once vibrant relationship could be salvaged. Furthermore, that was rather self-assured of him, to think that coz we exchanged a couple glances and smiles on a twenty minute metro ride that there would be need for him to play it single.
That night me and the girls went out to Home Club. It was alright. There were four floors with different types of music, and I actually got to zone and dance to some techno. I haven't really danced in a long long long time, and it was nice. Very cleansing.
Then we returned to the main floor where they were playing craptacular rap-pop, including jursey_gurl's anthem about her lumps. We had been trying to play the game all night but were wont for legitimate candidates; jursey_gurl approached someone thinking he was Indian and would earn her a point, but it turned out he was Afghani. Despite his being worth nothing (at least where the game was concerned) we both started dancing with him, and then somehow it was just me dancing with him, and then he pulled me up nice and close, totally pressed up against his boner. I pawned him off on aniika for awhile, who flipped me the bird as he grinded up against her for a bit. And then somehow he affixed on me again.
I've decided that the next time some dude I don't know pops one while dancing with me he's gonna walk home all sticky after I make him come in his pants. Here's to hoping they're the expensive, dry-clean only kind.