Las night...
There was a journal entry from last night, but i was pretty obliterated, and couldnt really understand what I wrote. The purpose of the entry was supposed to be describing my distaste with the girl I had to hang out with last night. My friend was mackin on this one girl who had a friend, well I guess that's good for me right? In fact she was actively "looking for a guy." Well that's gotta be good for me so we were already gonna hit up quarter mania at the bowling alley, and they were invited to go. The girl my friend is after is of course hot, but the girl that I was given the shot at was pretty...not. I mean not that I have all that much room to talk, but on first glance she wasnt much to speak of. However my goal was to be a wingman and I wasnt going to renig on that, so I was as charming and witty as I can be. Now mind you this girl game to the bowling alley, paid the $10 cover to get in, and didnt want to bowl. OK fine, it's 25 cents for a beer...no. She ordered a pitcher with her friend...I think she had one beer out of it. COOL GIRL! I still havent given up but then she decides to start being vocal about wanting to go to the bar! The one that isnt at the bowling alley and it's already midnight! Sweet, so we get in the car and drive down there. Im still not convinced she's as awful to hang out with as it has been thus far, I really dont want to believe she's that dull. Im hoping she just didnt want to be at the bowling alley, and will losen up at Market Street. The bar was OK, my boy and I were double-fisting Cap'n and diets because the bartenders sucked, when she decides to force us to sit at a table. Which Im actually fine with, but she was like complaining about something I dunno. Im getting pretty drunk now, but I do remember some girls from a site called dreampoker that came over to our table that looked hot as fuck that I got to take a picture with. I told them I was on TV or something! If I ever see that I'll post it. I just now realized I should be making diffrent paragraphs and didnt, so fuck it. Anyway end of the night rolls around, and we get headed towards the car. On the way there we star to realize she's still not happy after meeting all her friends there?! And in the car I keep cracking jokes, as I do, and she gets mad about it and tells me she's having such a bad night that she wants to slit her wrists. My response was something like...
"Im sorry that we dont have anything to facilitate that, but make sure you do when you get home."
Yeah, harsh, but NECESSARY. She really was the biggest buzzkill of all time. So glad all girls arent like that.
"Im sorry that we dont have anything to facilitate that, but make sure you do when you get home."
Yeah, harsh, but NECESSARY. She really was the biggest buzzkill of all time. So glad all girls arent like that.