I am really getting too old for this...
Just because it was a holiday weekend, doesn't mean there is a reason reason to be out until 3am on a 'school' night. Seriously, what was I thinking? Did I stay out that late on Sunday, when I could sleep in as late as I wanted? Of course not. I waited until Monday night. In retrospect, it was both a blessing and a curse.
This whole notion began when I was discussing that I wanted to go out and meet boys with my roommate (Miss C). With her newly minted single status, she agreed that we needed to go out somewhere we could meet some fine gentleman callers. Well, the resulting men weren't necessarily gentleman, but they were pretty fine.
We headed out to a small area of town that we don't normally frequent to a place known for its karaoke--now mind you I said we would go to new places, not necessarily avoid our favorite passtime (after drinking of course.)
We at first drew some attention due to our vehement game of rock, paper, scissors and soon enough we had some hot boys rallying around us and marveling at Miss C's ability to wholeheartedly kick my ass 3 out of 4 times (75% for those playing at home.) Of course, being manly men, they wanted to get in on the action, only to meet the same fate as myself.
At the end of the evening, after the drinks and karaoke ended, slow dancing commenced and the bright 'get the hell out' lights were eventually turned on, it was at this point that my new boyfriend thought it would be appropriate to jam his tongue down my throat. In the middle of the dance floor with florescent lights for all to see. Oddly enough, he didn't seem to understand why I didn't want to make out at precisely that moment. Ummm...really? Yuck...and also--ixnay on the izardlay onguetay.
Ahem, so, we all walk out to the street to depart and he somehow finagles a ride back to his hotel. We take him down the street about 7 blocks, passing his forlorn friends who were walking along and getting accosted by a homeless man. We pull into the turnabout driveway when awkward, he hasn't asked for my number or anything routine ensues. It was so nice when my roommate blatantly blurted out 'you are going to call her, right? You did get her number? You didn't? Do you have a pen?' This poor man wanted nothing to do with a pen or my phone number, but to his credit at least tried to make up a story as to why he had been thrown off kilter at this point. After he again tried to jam his tongue down my throat--with my roommate in the car he exited our vehicle, sans any phone number.
Now, last night this might have bothered me, but this morning, not so much. I guess I was more worried about making it to work on time after acting like such a dumbass and staying out so late last night. So be careful what you wish for when trolling for men, they may be hot, but that is about it. However, as Miss C said, 'at least he was smart enough to get a ride to his hotel.' Well said Miss C, well said.
Posted by Morgan
at 1:37 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 31 May 2005 4:08 PM EDT