I had a really busy weekend. I went to a soccer football game Saturday morning, a pow-wow during the afternoon, and then two birthday parties in the evening.

(my HSP book says to limit myself to one party a weekend. ha!)

I was dragging by birthday party #2 (the first was a barbeque, the second was at a horrible trendy bar that i've been boycotting for years) and dreading going to said horrible trendy bar. (hint: the regulars just call it "chino". the irony that chino is also a shithole city on the outskirts of la is not lost on me)

I finally dragged myself out, after watching that one swimmer get his 8th gold medal. I got the sweetest parking spot ever (parking spot that didn't have a time limit, meter, or required permit, it was magical) and got to the bar right as the group was asking for the check. We left, but not until after I totally flirted with some guy riiiight in front of his girlfriend. Note to self: have people introduce you before you sit down.

Haha, the girl got up to go to the bathroom and came back. I wanted to keep talking to the guy because I thought he was cool, and she's like, "you can go ahead and slide in actually," all um, you can get away from my boyfriend now. What can I say, I'm a classy girl.

Because of my sweet parking space, I went ahead and rode the cab with them to the bar downtown. This was another ridiculous trendy bar, but apparently one of the girls in the group knew the assistant manager. We got the "employee discount" so I was definitely perking up. The mint juleps weren't hurting, either (hooray! my yearslong quest is over! did you know that drink is made with bourbon? they ain't fooling around!). Also, I'm playing sexuality supporter and I'm loving every minute of it!

(long, confidential story)

This same assistant manager's dad owns a dance club downtown, so we got in there for free, too. I've always been a no-frills kind of girl, but I have to say I was enjoying the VIP treatment.

And I was so glad I was wearing a skirt because jeans are miserable for dancing in! Pretty much the moment I got on the dance floor, some guy started trying to grind on me. It's the worst when they come up on you from behind, so you can't even see if they're cute. I finally got a good look at him (ow, whiplash) and he was ugly and short, so I pried (literally, he was very resistant) his hands off of me.

I looked around on the dance floor, and saw this tall, slender, totally cute guy in an afro dancing. He saw me and smiled, and then we were dancing together. After a couple of songs (maybe? i wasn't paying attention to time), he asked if I wanted a drink. I agreed.

As we walked to the bar, my mind fluttered with the etiquette for accepting drinks from a guy at the bar. If you're not interested, it's rude to accept more than one drink. Well, I was definitely interested. So cute!

We talked, and he's from England. And he plays soccer. And he's tall. And cute, really nice smile. He wants me to leave with him. "Um, no. I'm going home to my bed, and you can't come with." He said he'd take me for ice cream. (tee-hee, i found myself trying to think of a single one that was open) Haha. I said "Um, you can have my number, but I'm not going anywhere with you." So instead we made out against the bar for the rest of the hour.

We exchanged numbers (swapping cell phones, i programmed my name in, he couldn't figure it out), and he said, "Don't forget me... Are you really drunk?" I said, "Don't worry, I won't forget you."

(haha, that's one problem i rarely have)

I beat my friends and him out of the dance club (haha, i'm great at swimming through a crowd, that's the turtle in me), so when he saw me, he curved toward me so he could slip his arm around my waist again, kiss me, and say, "I'm going to call you tomorrow. Don't forget me," and smiled and left.

Later, my hag fag (see, i'm his fag hag, so that makes him my hag fag .. .. .. right?) and his bf teased me for how quickly I picked him up. Haha, what can I say, I'm a charmer.

I had yet another birthday party to go to Sunday (i missed a fourth one) and he called me before it and we talked for like an hour or something. He's comfortable with silence, like he can just let the conversation happen on its own time. It's tremendously reassuring, I feel like I'm stuttering to get the right words out all the time.

We went to dinner and a movie tonight, and then I left him to daydream while I rushed home to my bed. Oh, bed, I hardly knew ye.

(you know, that aerosmith song. i heard it at walgreens the other day)

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