The one night stand that changed it all....
Okay, maybe this is the vodka talking, I probably shouldn't be posting this, and you probably shouldn't be reading it, but it seems important to me right now.
When I lived in Alberta, my housemates and I spent a weekend in Edmonton. We stayed in a hostel near Whyte Avenue. That's your first clue. Apparently this place is notorious for, well, being like Hastings in Vancouver. If you don't get the refference then too bad for you.
Anyway, I can't really remember what was going on, but I think this was the night we all went and wandered Whyte Ave, checking out the clubs and shit. One of my housemates and I were hanging out in this place called the Funky Buddha. Coat check was upstairs and when we were coming back downstrais, there were these two guys looking at me. My housemate wanted to go off and dance, so I went to talk to these guys. They were going on about how awesome I was, buying me drinks, it was cool. Then at around 2 am things started winding down. My housemate was all "Let's go back to the hostel." but I went with these guys to their apartment around the corner.
Oh no!! Bad idea!!!!
Shut up.
I remember one of them was telling me they were from Ontario. Their car still had the Ontario plates on it. Anyway, he went to his room. I guess, yeah, it was his apartment. The other guy was just his friend.
So I ended up chillin in the living room with the friend. Drinking beer and kind of - okay, really - screwing around. I was kind of sprawled out on the couch, drinking beer, saying something about how I should go chill with the other guy for a bit, and this dude starts telling me that I shouldn't feel like I need to screw around with people just 'cause they buy me drinks. I shouldn't compromise myself, and all this. It was pretty intense, and he was right about it all. He told me he had an 8 year old daughter, se he's a little defensive about girls. And apparently his friend was kind of a jerk.
I ended up going into this jerk's bedroom. And yeah, he was kind of a jerk. I fell asleep in his bed and in the morning I was like "Shit!!! How do I get back to the hostel?!" and he was all "I have to go to work." so the other guy walked me back to the hostel. We were talking and he was really nice and I'm actually kind of sad that what I've written here is pretty much all I remember about him.
I met up with my housemates. We were standing in the snow outside the hostel, I wanted to have a smoke but discovered those guys had taken both of the lighters I had in my pockets. There was an almost new pack of smokes in there. A bunch of $20 bills. And they took my lighters.
I was pissed, but one of my housemates gave me his lighter. And the fact that mine were gone seemed to enforce everything that guy had said to me the night before.
Looking back, I sometimes think both those guys were just drunken assholes. But I like holding on to the delusion that the one guy really cared about me for a while. And I like to think he really was right about it all.
So there's something that crosses my mind everytime I meet a guy at a bar.
Okay, maybe this is the vodka talking, I probably shouldn't be posting this, and you probably shouldn't be reading it, but it seems important to me right now.
When I lived in Alberta, my housemates and I spent a weekend in Edmonton. We stayed in a hostel near Whyte Avenue. That's your first clue. Apparently this place is notorious for, well, being like Hastings in Vancouver. If you don't get the refference then too bad for you.
Anyway, I can't really remember what was going on, but I think this was the night we all went and wandered Whyte Ave, checking out the clubs and shit. One of my housemates and I were hanging out in this place called the Funky Buddha. Coat check was upstairs and when we were coming back downstrais, there were these two guys looking at me. My housemate wanted to go off and dance, so I went to talk to these guys. They were going on about how awesome I was, buying me drinks, it was cool. Then at around 2 am things started winding down. My housemate was all "Let's go back to the hostel." but I went with these guys to their apartment around the corner.
Oh no!! Bad idea!!!!
Shut up.
I remember one of them was telling me they were from Ontario. Their car still had the Ontario plates on it. Anyway, he went to his room. I guess, yeah, it was his apartment. The other guy was just his friend.
So I ended up chillin in the living room with the friend. Drinking beer and kind of - okay, really - screwing around. I was kind of sprawled out on the couch, drinking beer, saying something about how I should go chill with the other guy for a bit, and this dude starts telling me that I shouldn't feel like I need to screw around with people just 'cause they buy me drinks. I shouldn't compromise myself, and all this. It was pretty intense, and he was right about it all. He told me he had an 8 year old daughter, se he's a little defensive about girls. And apparently his friend was kind of a jerk.
I ended up going into this jerk's bedroom. And yeah, he was kind of a jerk. I fell asleep in his bed and in the morning I was like "Shit!!! How do I get back to the hostel?!" and he was all "I have to go to work." so the other guy walked me back to the hostel. We were talking and he was really nice and I'm actually kind of sad that what I've written here is pretty much all I remember about him.
I met up with my housemates. We were standing in the snow outside the hostel, I wanted to have a smoke but discovered those guys had taken both of the lighters I had in my pockets. There was an almost new pack of smokes in there. A bunch of $20 bills. And they took my lighters.
I was pissed, but one of my housemates gave me his lighter. And the fact that mine were gone seemed to enforce everything that guy had said to me the night before.
Looking back, I sometimes think both those guys were just drunken assholes. But I like holding on to the delusion that the one guy really cared about me for a while. And I like to think he really was right about it all.
So there's something that crosses my mind everytime I meet a guy at a bar.
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ttye0:
I think everybody generally sucks and I'm really sorry you had to encounter anyone short of spectacular on such a level. If it wasn't from experiences like these we'd never grow and we'd be a bunch of babbling idiots running into walls. Don't let anyone rob you of your lighters or anything great that you might have. Sorry babe.
sammysuicide:
I'm not real big on Hate, a waste of time mostly!! But a Thief, there is a bit of Hate , for these loser's!! At least you got to leave in one peice!!