So much drama in the LBC...
Good thing is that I'm not a part of it, but I feel for a couple of my friends. This is a combo update on the bartender too. Here's what's up. Soooo last tuesday at a late night after party bartender professed her desire to spend time just her and I (a date I'm guessing?) because she really likes me, blah blah blah. That leads to a high-schoolesque make out session and that was pretty much it. Of course this is her in an alcohol and cocaine haze, and I knew that. So my interest was piqued, but I'm not one to sweat someone too hard. If they like, great. Want to spend time with me, great. But I'm not going to chase too hard. A little is fun, too much is not. So anyway, no mention of anything she said, or our little make out session has occured. Untill last night...
Turns out that bartender, who has dated one of my friends for about a month, has been "seeing" another one of my friends (we're all in the same group) for a couple of weeks. Totally on the DL, and that would fall during the time of her outpouring to me and our make out. How convenient it is to be a shady little minx. I guess my homie who has been secretly seeing bartender has gotten a little attached and protective, and it's bugging her out. I was out last night briefly--sober--and saw the scene play out. Bartender is crying because she doesn't know what she wants, my buddy is watching her like a hawk because she's coked up and shitfaced, and he's getting a little jealous because she's staggering around hugging guys and grab assing.
She gets an opportunity to corner me while I'm sitting on a stool. She saunters up, lays the hug and kiss on, and a hand dangrously close to my crotch. She says, "Jake, I love you" I say, "bartender, I love you too". Me thinking this was the "I love you" that I say to my friends all the time. She then says, "No, I love you. You are my inspiration, I really love you". Me, totally shocked and knowing what's going on behind the scenes gives the diplomatic polical response, "I think you're a great person, I'm glad to have you around". Something to that effect. That's when her hand strikes gold, and she's got a grip on my dick. I adjusted my position in the stool and her grip loosened back to thigh level. Fortunately it was my turn to play the bowling machine, and I got a reprieve from our little exchange that was going nowhere fast.
The rest of the night involved my buddy trying to get bartender to leave repeatedly, which he finally succeeded after numerous suggestions. She actually tried to get me to go to his place with them, which was pretty amusing.
I feel for my friend though, he's probably got no idea how shady of a character she is. He's pretty shady too, but he's really into this girl. He's also into trying to control her, which is not going to happen. She's a wild one, 27 and a partier. He's 32, a politician, conservative. I'm not trying to bad mouth the situation too much, but there's going to be heightened drama. And I'm trying to stay out, I will stay out of it would be more accurate.
I'm glad I saw the forrest for the trees on this one and kept my distance, didn't try to pursue anything. I rather enjoy not having complications in my life right now. Getting laid would be nice, but I'll take a drought over stress. Life's good right now, best it has been in a while. Maybe that's why I'm better equipped to not pursue troublesome situations like this, I'm not looking for other people for my happiness. I've got it inside me.
Anyways, nice little story. Today's Thursday. Maybe mystery girl will be out tonight. My business partner just put the Cure on the CD player, we're getting more business than ever, I feel a good day coming on. Wish you all the same
Good thing is that I'm not a part of it, but I feel for a couple of my friends. This is a combo update on the bartender too. Here's what's up. Soooo last tuesday at a late night after party bartender professed her desire to spend time just her and I (a date I'm guessing?) because she really likes me, blah blah blah. That leads to a high-schoolesque make out session and that was pretty much it. Of course this is her in an alcohol and cocaine haze, and I knew that. So my interest was piqued, but I'm not one to sweat someone too hard. If they like, great. Want to spend time with me, great. But I'm not going to chase too hard. A little is fun, too much is not. So anyway, no mention of anything she said, or our little make out session has occured. Untill last night...
Turns out that bartender, who has dated one of my friends for about a month, has been "seeing" another one of my friends (we're all in the same group) for a couple of weeks. Totally on the DL, and that would fall during the time of her outpouring to me and our make out. How convenient it is to be a shady little minx. I guess my homie who has been secretly seeing bartender has gotten a little attached and protective, and it's bugging her out. I was out last night briefly--sober--and saw the scene play out. Bartender is crying because she doesn't know what she wants, my buddy is watching her like a hawk because she's coked up and shitfaced, and he's getting a little jealous because she's staggering around hugging guys and grab assing.
She gets an opportunity to corner me while I'm sitting on a stool. She saunters up, lays the hug and kiss on, and a hand dangrously close to my crotch. She says, "Jake, I love you" I say, "bartender, I love you too". Me thinking this was the "I love you" that I say to my friends all the time. She then says, "No, I love you. You are my inspiration, I really love you". Me, totally shocked and knowing what's going on behind the scenes gives the diplomatic polical response, "I think you're a great person, I'm glad to have you around". Something to that effect. That's when her hand strikes gold, and she's got a grip on my dick. I adjusted my position in the stool and her grip loosened back to thigh level. Fortunately it was my turn to play the bowling machine, and I got a reprieve from our little exchange that was going nowhere fast.
The rest of the night involved my buddy trying to get bartender to leave repeatedly, which he finally succeeded after numerous suggestions. She actually tried to get me to go to his place with them, which was pretty amusing.
I feel for my friend though, he's probably got no idea how shady of a character she is. He's pretty shady too, but he's really into this girl. He's also into trying to control her, which is not going to happen. She's a wild one, 27 and a partier. He's 32, a politician, conservative. I'm not trying to bad mouth the situation too much, but there's going to be heightened drama. And I'm trying to stay out, I will stay out of it would be more accurate.
I'm glad I saw the forrest for the trees on this one and kept my distance, didn't try to pursue anything. I rather enjoy not having complications in my life right now. Getting laid would be nice, but I'll take a drought over stress. Life's good right now, best it has been in a while. Maybe that's why I'm better equipped to not pursue troublesome situations like this, I'm not looking for other people for my happiness. I've got it inside me.
Anyways, nice little story. Today's Thursday. Maybe mystery girl will be out tonight. My business partner just put the Cure on the CD player, we're getting more business than ever, I feel a good day coming on. Wish you all the same
In case you were wondering how my trip to the airport with my friends went this morning, please see my updated journal.