These are the highlights of the Saturday before last. I left some crap out because it wasn't important.
I got off work about 9:00 went home changed and went to the club. I went to Pheonix Underground in Shreveport. It was too early. Only a few people were there so I got my hand stamped and left. I went to another club down the street. There was a bartender there who was drawing little circles on a napkin. I said the first thing that came to my mind.
Wow, thats rememnicent of early Dahdahism.
It really wasn't but who cares... I was amazed she actually knew what I meant and she started telling me about some artist I'd never heard of. The music was loud and I only heard half of what she was saying. I couldn't think of anything else really to say to her so I left.
Returned to Pheonix. More people. I walked around like a schumk for a couple minutes. I know when I walk into a place I need to just start talking to the first person I see but I haven't internalized this yet. Eventually I approach a girl at the bar with the "Nice tattoo," line. She then starts to tell me how she has 18 of them. We walk away from each other and I approach a two set at a nearby table.
I asked if I could get their opinion on something. One of the girls says yes. I paused. It was obvious I was thinking. It took a minute for a thought to actually enter my brain and the very first word in my mind was "spells." So I started in on a variation of the Spells routine. She said it was an interesting story and I ejected. I probably should have sooner. I knew it was a fucked up approach but I kept talking anyway.
I saw tattoo girl standing alone against the wall with her cell phone out. I held mine toward her and told her that I'd trade her. I've been doing that a lot lately because it seems like girls are always on their phone or txting when I see them. She laughed, which is the responce I always get from that. I ask her why she is standing there alone. We talk for a few minutes. I eject and walk towards the back of the bar.
There are three pool tables in the back with a row of chairs against the wall. I sit down in a random chair. I'm not thinking about anything. I'm was tired and I was going to leave soon as I finished my beer. Peripherally I noticed a guy playing pool with two girls to my right. I'm not paying them any attention though. I'm thinking about leaving.
The blond in the group walks over and sits down next to me.
Her: "Do you mind if I sit here?"
Me: "No, go ahead."
Her: "I haven't been this dunk in a looong time."
Me: "Really?"
Her: "Can I tell you something?"
Me: "Whats that?"
Her: "My boyfriend doesn't think I'm sexy."
WTF? I looked at her. I didn't beleive her. But it sounded like she believed it. She started talking to the other girl. Something about her zipper. Then got up and the two of them walked away togerther. The guy sat down next to me. We both said "whats up."
Then he said, "yeah, she called her boyfriend this morning and a girl answered the phone. When she heard her voice the girl hung uo. Then her boyfriend disconcted the phone. Thats to help you. I'm just telling you this to help you out."
How nice of him...
A minute later I see BlondGirl crying on the other girls shoulder. Then she is crying on the guys shoulder. Then the two girls walk away again. I was really thinking now that I should leave. I didn't want to be part of the drama. No matter how good looking she was fucking her would only lead to drama. Yet at the same time.... I wanted to. I also wanted to beat the crap out of her boyfriend. I've been trying to figure out why. It's probably just some deep phylisophical shit.
I didn't leave though. The guy asked me if I wanted to play pool. I'm not any good at the game but fuck it, why not. So we play. half way through the game the girls return. Without a word BlondGirl walks up to me smiling, tunrs, bends over and starts to grind her ass against my crotch.
Thank you Jesus...
Even if she was just showing off for her friend and validating herself, it obviously still felt good.
Then she goes over and leans against the wall. She drops her camera. I pick it up to be nice. I hear her telling me to put it in her purse. I make her say please before I do.
I wanted to kiss her. I knew that I could. But I couldn't get past the situation. The two girls went to the dance floor. The guy was said he was leaving. I asked hem how he knew them and he said something about the dark haired girl being his "bitch." Okay... He was leaving.
I had a choice here. I could follow to the dance floor and see what happened or I could leave. Nature made the choice for me. I had to pee, so I went to the men's room. When I came out I didn't see either of the girls. I wasn't sure if I was disapointed or elated.
Thing is I don't want to be the "drunken revenge hookup" guy. I want to be the guy girls want when they're not drunk and upset because they chose idiots for boyfriends.
