I swear I'm a magnet for psychos...
I haven't updated in forever or something and Kim wanted me to... plus, it's Kim's favourite kind of story from me... some cute girl hitting on me... buuuuuuuut, she's a psycho... Actually, I think that's also usually quite typical of these stories from me because, like the subject line says "I swear I'm a magnet for psychos..."
And, Kim, for the last time, I am SO not a stud or anything like that, but I AM a social butterfly and lots of entertaining stuff happens every time I go out and I always get a kick out of telling these types of stories. They always start out so innocent and then there's always some part of the story that sounds made up or embellished and I think that makes the story even more entertaining because people aren't even sure whether they should believe it.
So, I walk into the bar and see a buddy. I sit down and he's with this cute girl. Apparently, she's met me, but I don't really remember her. Maybe I didn't pay any attention because she was with my buddy and I wasn't sure if they were dating or something. We're all chatting and everything's fine. Eventually, she heads out for a smoke and my buddy updates me. "She's psycho... fun... cute... but psycho..."
You know what... I'm not really in the market for another psycho right now.
My buddy went to go play some pool and me and the cute psycho girl are talking... which would have tipped me off to her psycho nature because the majority of cute girls who talk to me turn out to be psychos... I was being really careful not to hit on her because, despite her cuteness, I had no interest.
She starts going on and on about how the human brain can send brainwaves all around the world and these brainwaves are more powerful than anything else and blah, blah, blah, thinking about stuff makes stuff happen, etc. Eventually, she gets so worked up about the conversation that she stands up and starts gently grinding into my leg (I'm sitting on a high bar stool) and she's grinning and keeps on repeating "If you think about something you want... or need... it'll happen... that's all you have to do... just think about aaaaaaanything you want... and it'll happen..."
Sigh. Great... and she's a slutty psycho... Fuck, at least with a psycho I can ignore them... with a slutty psycho, the boy in me always tries to take over and wants to let her do dirty, psycho things to me.
Luckily, I avoided disaster because some other friends showed up and, basically, I ignored her for the rest of the night.
Me = Classy
In other news, the girl I should be dating and I are being negatively impacted by my cell phone. For some fucking reason, I've been missing a bunch of calls in the last few weeks. Probably 15 that I know of (and from different people, so it's not just one phone number that can't get through). They don't show up on my phone at all. It fucking sucks. I need a new phone (even though this one is only 2 years old and seems to be in good shape). I was hoping to wait until Christmas and get a good deal, but I might have to pull the trigger on that shit early. So, basically, she's really pissed off at me for not answering my phone and I'm really pissed off at her for not phoning (and, in most of the cases where she says afterwards that she DID call, I've been like "You know my phone's been sucking lately and I told you where I was gonna be, so why did you have to call me again anyways?"). I'm getting to the point where I'm ready to be done with her altogether and that's just fucking brutal that a bad cell connection is having that kind of impact. It's stupid.
In other, other news, Halloween was really good times.
In other, other, other news, life seems to be going pretty okie dokie.
And, Kim, for the last time, I am SO not a stud or anything like that, but I AM a social butterfly and lots of entertaining stuff happens every time I go out and I always get a kick out of telling these types of stories. They always start out so innocent and then there's always some part of the story that sounds made up or embellished and I think that makes the story even more entertaining because people aren't even sure whether they should believe it.
So, I walk into the bar and see a buddy. I sit down and he's with this cute girl. Apparently, she's met me, but I don't really remember her. Maybe I didn't pay any attention because she was with my buddy and I wasn't sure if they were dating or something. We're all chatting and everything's fine. Eventually, she heads out for a smoke and my buddy updates me. "She's psycho... fun... cute... but psycho..."
You know what... I'm not really in the market for another psycho right now.
My buddy went to go play some pool and me and the cute psycho girl are talking... which would have tipped me off to her psycho nature because the majority of cute girls who talk to me turn out to be psychos... I was being really careful not to hit on her because, despite her cuteness, I had no interest.
She starts going on and on about how the human brain can send brainwaves all around the world and these brainwaves are more powerful than anything else and blah, blah, blah, thinking about stuff makes stuff happen, etc. Eventually, she gets so worked up about the conversation that she stands up and starts gently grinding into my leg (I'm sitting on a high bar stool) and she's grinning and keeps on repeating "If you think about something you want... or need... it'll happen... that's all you have to do... just think about aaaaaaanything you want... and it'll happen..."
Sigh. Great... and she's a slutty psycho... Fuck, at least with a psycho I can ignore them... with a slutty psycho, the boy in me always tries to take over and wants to let her do dirty, psycho things to me.
Luckily, I avoided disaster because some other friends showed up and, basically, I ignored her for the rest of the night.
Me = Classy
In other news, the girl I should be dating and I are being negatively impacted by my cell phone. For some fucking reason, I've been missing a bunch of calls in the last few weeks. Probably 15 that I know of (and from different people, so it's not just one phone number that can't get through). They don't show up on my phone at all. It fucking sucks. I need a new phone (even though this one is only 2 years old and seems to be in good shape). I was hoping to wait until Christmas and get a good deal, but I might have to pull the trigger on that shit early. So, basically, she's really pissed off at me for not answering my phone and I'm really pissed off at her for not phoning (and, in most of the cases where she says afterwards that she DID call, I've been like "You know my phone's been sucking lately and I told you where I was gonna be, so why did you have to call me again anyways?"). I'm getting to the point where I'm ready to be done with her altogether and that's just fucking brutal that a bad cell connection is having that kind of impact. It's stupid.
In other, other news, Halloween was really good times.
In other, other, other news, life seems to be going pretty okie dokie.