Jun 02, 2005 15:12
I've gotta say retelling this bizarre night is not easy when xanax and alcohol have made my fingers feel like velvetiy rubber. needless to say it was as surreal as any. incl. calling poison control re disoriented friend 8 blocks from his house who thought he was home found on steps by chance. He'll be ok. conversation with hottie high school drop out with a goal of being a food critic. Spilled drink on my crotch by one of my favorite whole object relationships in the world. set up art show. got cock blocked. walked meveral blocks looking like i had wet myslef. look good in paper denim jeans. jacked the disoriented frielnds rasberry stoli in the name of enough for the night. had an attempeted pickup by a guy who a) claimed to be peruvian, b) claimed to be straight, yet believed that men understood his heart c) got off at my bus stop, but was responsive to redirection. d) claimed not to have gotten laid in the last 3 months. no, i didn't sleep with him. does that make me a prude?
ok.
to sleep with me.
b