Another tale of drunken debauchery
Ah, good times. Went out on Friday and got at least 3 new boyfriends, a dinner date and an all expense paid trip to the Caribbean.
I also got my neighbor Klaus coaxed into kissing the guy who invited me to the Caribbean. With tongue! *squeee!*
From there, it went a little loopy. Everybody kissed everybody, and onlookers became more and more confused. This is not entirely unusual for my little group o' dysfunction; at one point during these evenings we tend to go into kissing-contest-mode. So Klaus kissed this guy Anders (good sport, that one) and to make it up to the poor guy, Maria and I kissed each other. Then Klaus and Maria kissed, and I kissed Anders, because I figured his kissing abilities would serve as a major factor in whether I was going on vacation with him. Later, Lea showed up and threw herself into the mix, resulting in some well meaning people pulling Maria aside and gently breaking the news to her that her girlfriend (me) was making out with another girl. Maria assured them it was no big deal and planted a big wet one on Lea.
Meanwhile, a musician was working pretty hard on getting into my pants, and he was frankly quite insufferable, so I decided to throw him for a loop with the following exchange: "Tell you what, how's about you give me a kiss, and then I walk away?" "Uhh, ok?" So he did, but his teeth were sharp or maybe he was just a biter, so I got up with the words, "You kind of hurt," and kept my end of the bargain.
I kept running into one of those argumentative drunks who wanted to discuss politics. I didn't, so I kept hanging up on him by interrupting and walking away. "Doesn't it concern you that.." "-Nope!" (walk away) "How can you simply ignore.." "Watch me!" (walk away). Heh. We were so obviously not at the same end of the political spectrum and I don't even find political discussions interesting when I'm sober, so I really don't see why I should spend a second of a perfectly good buzz discussing it on a Friday night.
As the evening was drawing to a close I spotted a guy who had spent most of his time staring at me. He was saying goodbye to someone, and as he turned away from them I seized the moment and grabbed him, gave him a big sloppy one, then I spun him around, patted his butt and said "Bye now, thanks for tonight!" and sent him on his way. I would've paid good money to see his expression, but that would've ruined the joke.
Maria and I decided to get outta there shortly after that, and as we were gathering our things a guy walked up to me and started talking:
Him: "Going home so soon?"
Me: "Bar's closing."
Him: "But I didn't get a chance to talk to you."
Me: "True. Win some, lose some, eh?"
Him: "This upsets me. I want to get to know you."
Me: "Alright. Take me out to dinner, and you can get to know me." (I dunno. I was hungry, it flew out.)
Him: "Done. I'll call you."
Me: "Uh-huh. Sure."
And so he got my number. He surprises me, because he's not easily deterred. He'd sent me a text message by the time I got into a cab, but that does not count as an invitation and so I did not respond. He tried to call me last night but didn't leave a message and so I did not return his call. I just hung up with him and we're going out to dinner on Thursday. At least he's mildly entertaining.
Now, about that trip to the Caribbean...