slightly drunk, but wtf

so, ok its like almost 5 am and i'm kinda drunk. just an fyi on this post. i just need to say what the fuck. so me and my girls are out at the club, having a good time, and this guy starts talking to me. he seems nice enough, not the most attractive guy ever, but nice and good conversation. fyi it is like 3am when we are talking, and he's all like, where are you heading after this? I say, "i'm not sure, probably home, we've been out all night". he's like "wanna come to the east village? it's a good time down there." what the fuck. seriously it's 3am, i already told you i live in this neighborhood and you want me to come way the fuck over to the east village, which isn't even near the subway, at 3 in the godamn morning! so...no. He's all like, aww, when can I see you, you have friends staying with you until monday, so not tonight, i can see you after then? again, WTF!! so after 15 minutes of conversation you think i'm just gonna fuck you? just because I have big boobs does not make me a whore. sorry.

i finally dispose of thise guy nicely because as much as i want to, i just cannot be a bitch to guys who seem to like me. i do not know why. they can be total asses and all i can do is "sorry, call me later? (fake number)" WTF is wrong with me?! i am blunt to a fault but not with these random ass guys. and then this guy ambushes me by the bathroom in the club. trying to make-out with me. If a girl gives you the cheek 3 fucking times, GIVE IT UP! stop trying to assault me. tell me i'm beautiful all you want, i am not fucking you in the back of this club. go away.

so this guy finally get the hint, THANK GOD, and so i'm back with my girls, who didn't come to the rescue, but it's ok, they didn't know there way a guy trying to rape my mouth in the hallway. so a little later the owner of the club comes over to talk to us, says he remembers me from last weekend. not good, krystal and i had waaay too much to drink before we came here last weekend. i make a joke about it, and he says he doesn't remember me being out of control (relief). but apparently he is going to hook us up in his other club tomorrow night when we go out- sweet! so later, before we leave, we go over to say goodbye, and let him know we'd be calling him tomorrow, he asks me if i can keep a secret. I say sure, thinking he's going to tell me he wants my friend steph, who he seemed to be hitting on, but he says something to the effect of, you've been driving me crazy all night, can i take you home. ooh, sorry, i have to say, my friends are staying with me this weekend. too bad. because seriously i am just not in the mood anymore. i am drunk, this guy is funny and nice, even good looking, but way shorter than me, which at this point in the night i just cannot handle anymore from guys. so he says, well, i guess i'll have to wait till monday.

WHAT THE FUCK. is it the boobs?! tell me because i'll start wearing turtlenecks. because every guy i meet seems to think i want to get it on right now. the sooner the better. hell, the bathroom in a bar even! what is it about me that screams ho bag? sure, sometimes i like to wear low cut shirts. so what, like you couldn't tell i have big boobs if i was wearing a turtleneck sweater. and if you think some guy giving me sex eyes because he can see cleavage on a friday night is anything special, please. I get that look every goddamn day whether i'm wearing a t-shirt or some strappy top. get over it, they are just boobs.