On Valentine's Day, I was especially bitter (I choose to be alone, I don't know what my problem was!) so one of my best friends and I went out for a 'night out on the town.' I couldn't tell you what bars we went to but they were all in the East Village (circa East 14th Street). Oh yes, we were at The Crocodile Lounge, then a bar a block away from it. We ended up spending most of the night with these two guys we started talking to at The Croc, one which I thought was very cute. My friend, who we'll call L, thought they looked like guys who likes blondes, so she went to see if she could talk to them (because we're obviously not blondes, we're dark brunettes).
Well, it worked. They bought us drinks, and as usual, I was too drunk, and L was completely out of it. These two seemingly-cute-guys-turned-assholes tried everything in their power to get us to come home with them. Now, I like sex, but as a girl with self-respect and good judge of character, these two losers weren't going to get any from us.
The one I was talking to, E (who was dumb enough to give me his business card), immediately started feeling me up. I was not having that. He even went so far as to take me aside and told me to leave because L really wanted to hook up with his friend. L pulled me aside right after that and asked what he said, I told her, and she said that wasn't at all true. We left soon after that, with these two little boys on our tail, still trying to get us to come home with them. I put L in a cab on 14th and 1st, and planned to return to the sidewalk to say goodbye to these two guys, but in the minute that I left the side walk, these assholes had walked away.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment