The lesser of two evil
Finally, spending half of my Saturday thinking and walking around my appartment, I've decided to choose the option that was wess likely to embroiled my spoiled little self.
Instead of getting drunk, laid and leave around 4 in the morning or getting laid, cuddle and stay overnight I chose the lesser of two evils: I went out with my friends, like when I was 18, at Les Foufounes Electriques.
I know, lame spot, teenager angst 101 but still, it's probably the bar where I'm less likely to meet anyone I know and to find any attractive girl.
And on my way over there, nobody warned me but it was the Monster Truck Show or something like that at the Olympic Stadium and the Metro was flooded with rednecks, retards and 'car-pullin big-foot crushin' lovers. Beyond beliefs. They needed to shut half the Pie-IX street, with cops lashing lights and leading headlights to help those morons through their way to the Metro who is, by the way, connected to the frickin Olympic Stadium.
All my way to my retarted get together, I add the pleasure to eavesdrop some tasteful conversation such as 'Do you realise the power of that truck?' like it was an actualy human bein made of steel and fueled with fire. Transformers...get out the way.
Anyway, long story short, I got really, REALLY drunk to the point that a gay friend of mine actually believed I wanted him to kiss me so on his way to do so he actually didn't anticipated my 'backdown' so he bit my nose pretty hard. Dumb ass! Wors part is, altough my nose was sort of bleeding, I was laughing like crazy and he thought that was another hint to try that again. This time I slapped his chest, we chugged a beer and this story was over it...
So this morning, I am definitively mourning but at least, for once, I didn't get involved with sexual intercourse that I would regret the day after.
I'm almost proud of myself, YEAH!
Music of the Day : The Dears, live in LA. I'm still not over this one...
Finally, spending half of my Saturday thinking and walking around my appartment, I've decided to choose the option that was wess likely to embroiled my spoiled little self.
Instead of getting drunk, laid and leave around 4 in the morning or getting laid, cuddle and stay overnight I chose the lesser of two evils: I went out with my friends, like when I was 18, at Les Foufounes Electriques.
I know, lame spot, teenager angst 101 but still, it's probably the bar where I'm less likely to meet anyone I know and to find any attractive girl.
And on my way over there, nobody warned me but it was the Monster Truck Show or something like that at the Olympic Stadium and the Metro was flooded with rednecks, retards and 'car-pullin big-foot crushin' lovers. Beyond beliefs. They needed to shut half the Pie-IX street, with cops lashing lights and leading headlights to help those morons through their way to the Metro who is, by the way, connected to the frickin Olympic Stadium.
All my way to my retarted get together, I add the pleasure to eavesdrop some tasteful conversation such as 'Do you realise the power of that truck?' like it was an actualy human bein made of steel and fueled with fire. Transformers...get out the way.
Anyway, long story short, I got really, REALLY drunk to the point that a gay friend of mine actually believed I wanted him to kiss me so on his way to do so he actually didn't anticipated my 'backdown' so he bit my nose pretty hard. Dumb ass! Wors part is, altough my nose was sort of bleeding, I was laughing like crazy and he thought that was another hint to try that again. This time I slapped his chest, we chugged a beer and this story was over it...
So this morning, I am definitively mourning but at least, for once, I didn't get involved with sexual intercourse that I would regret the day after.
I'm almost proud of myself, YEAH!
Music of the Day : The Dears, live in LA. I'm still not over this one...
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
kali:
more confusion and curiosity than concern, though you are cute. Gay guys are just overly affcetionate, I've been propositioned by a few that wanted to "try it out" everything goes for them ya know?
valcapone:
I didn't mean it to be a sad story. It's a kinda reminiscing one, so it could come off that way, but I'm glad I met him even if he isn't here in Montreal anymore.