My plan to hit the Roddie Romero show friday fell through. I called TVG friday morning before she had class, and she said she was still trying to work off that bronchitis thing and would be laying low for the weekend. I don't have problems finding a partner at a club gig, but when my alarm went off friday night, I hit the off button and decided to sleep in. That damn night work and day schooling is cutting into my social life. I ended up sleeping until around 3:30 AM.
I managed to make it to my french soiree a mere 20 minutes after it started. Before that, I had dinner at Bennigan's. I left my server a white carnation.
After that, I hit the french soiree at my regular dive. I had a great time. I got to see my conversational french teacher do the YMCA and dance to other assorted 80's songs before latin night started at around 11:00 PM. WTF ended up staying late at her cousin's wedding and never called or showed up for the party. However, I did get to meet a lot of the french grad students and student teachers. I also got to practice my french in a 'normal' social setting. I was forcibly reminded of how far lacking my conversational skills are. The highlight of the evening was when this Hot Latino Chick replaced one of the other grad students next to me at the bar.
HLC: "Bonjour. Je m'appelle (i can't remember)"
Me: "Bon soir. Je m'appelle greyshade."
HLC: "J'aime ta fleur."
Me: "Vraiment? C'est pour toi."
I remove the carnation from my lapel (a nice one too, yellow with purple edges on the petals).
HLC: "Met la ici" she said, pointing at her well-displayed cleavage.
How could a man deny such a request? I place the flower in the aforementioned location with great care and satisfaction.
HLC: "Je te offre une verre?"
Me: "Merci, mais j'ai du whiskey déja."
At this point, she switches to english and puts a hand on my chest.
HLC: "You should come express yourself on the dance floor with me..."
I quickly do the math. Hand_in_cleavage + Offer_of_alcohol + Exotic_dance_offer = One_night_stand. I politely decline.
She informs me that she will be bringing a drink to her friend, and will be "coming back for me".
I end up wandering into the rear of the club awhile later with someone I had been chatting with, and see her grinding on some other guy. Notion confirmed... Mission: find stiff dick for the night.
She should have tried to drag me home straight from the bar, she might have succeeded. I hate latin dancing, sorry sweetheart. You should have caught me on a swing night, I would have danced with you until you collapsed.
The class before my conversational class let out 20 minutes early. WTF (who has a lit class in the same room the hour before our conversational class) came out into the hall and told me to come inside. She then proceeded to discuss with her female friend from the previous class different methods of providing mutual oral pleasue with male partners (commonly known as the '69' position). This little girl must not realize that she is playing with fire. She also had a brief conversation on her cell-phone with her ex (who she now claims is one of her best friends). She had him on speaker, so we all got to hear and contribute to the conversation. Her friend was not well pleased. I understand he calls her relentlessly, and if she hangs up on him and refuses to answer, he hunts her down to talk to her. Stalker. I told her it was a mistake to try to stay friends with an ex you break up with, but she is young and foolish. I offered to fight him with knives, but she declined. I even offered to bring the guy a decent knife. I'm starting to have qualms about trying to get WTF's attentions relationship-wise. Perhaps HelpdeskWorker was right. I should just tag that and run.
My regular waitress at Bennigan's got cheated on by her boyfriend this past weekend by one of the hostesses. She also dropped a tray of dirty plates on her way back to the kitchen. She needed some sweet lurvin. I gave her the flower today. Orange carnation with red highlights.
This diary was mis-labelled and contains neither shock nor awe.
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