14.3.05
The campaign continues....
So out and about on Saturday night and all.
Checked out a few other bars in the city, but they were, to my jaded eyes, rather too filled with 12 year olds, (I'm mid 30's, so 12-22, all starts to look the same) who quite rightfully find me invisible, or else they can see my wallet with rather frightning clarity.
But even then, I just couldn't get any traction at all, as I put it to this quite nice guy I met earlier in the night "I suck".
So I persisted, and ended up chatting to a quite cute Eastern European girl (Big Mistake) and ended up encountering a problem I have in the past.
Put simply "If your girlfriend asks me to dance, why do you feel the need to shout at me ? So I have this fucker (probally her pimp), in my face after about 90 seconds of dancing, screaming at me and poking me in the chest, which is never a good way to win friends. Was tempted to give this fuck a proper Liverpool kiss, but also didn't fancy being chucked out, and I do try to avoid this sort of shit in my life anyway.
So I just slapped that pokey arm down, and told him to fuck off, which seemed to surprise him a bit. Then I get 10 of metres between myself and that landmine of a woman as soon as possible.
So now I'm wired on the adrenal blast that comes from a fight-or-flight situation. Not the happy buzz I like that time of night. Thought it might be best to evacuate.
What a night.
Checked out a few other bars in the city, but they were, to my jaded eyes, rather too filled with 12 year olds, (I'm mid 30's, so 12-22, all starts to look the same) who quite rightfully find me invisible, or else they can see my wallet with rather frightning clarity.
But even then, I just couldn't get any traction at all, as I put it to this quite nice guy I met earlier in the night "I suck".
So I persisted, and ended up chatting to a quite cute Eastern European girl (Big Mistake) and ended up encountering a problem I have in the past.
Put simply "If your girlfriend asks me to dance, why do you feel the need to shout at me ? So I have this fucker (probally her pimp), in my face after about 90 seconds of dancing, screaming at me and poking me in the chest, which is never a good way to win friends. Was tempted to give this fuck a proper Liverpool kiss, but also didn't fancy being chucked out, and I do try to avoid this sort of shit in my life anyway.
So I just slapped that pokey arm down, and told him to fuck off, which seemed to surprise him a bit. Then I get 10 of metres between myself and that landmine of a woman as soon as possible.
So now I'm wired on the adrenal blast that comes from a fight-or-flight situation. Not the happy buzz I like that time of night. Thought it might be best to evacuate.
What a night.
// posted by mcsporran @ 14:35 
