I like them fine that way though, even when they confuse the hell out of me.
So Himself and I broke off our more intimate relationship due to life complications. (and believe me, you dont want me to go there) Thank goodness that we're both mature enough to treasure or friendship still. Pranks must be played!
A couple of days afterward, I went to my friends band's gig, and got tarted up a bit, and got hit on by a couple of teenage boys who didnt believe that I was 33. That and the fact that they were eye-level with the breastages helped their non belief. That was actually kind of flattering, punks with GREAT taste!! but 16 will get you 20, y'know what I'm saying? ;)
One of the band's sponsors was there, Max Hardcore. (go google it, you'll be amused. and be 18 for Eris' sake!) I got the once over and was summarily dismissed, thank the Gods; I had WORK to do, let the guys mollycoddle the sponsor for christs sake. The band went 2nd to last and I had a job of stopping the drummer from getting too plastered. Namely stealing his drinks when he wasnt looking. ( IM EVIL! Evil with big boobs!!) He got the hint when I kept hitting him. *snicker* I'm ear plugs, duct tape, merchandise girl, part roadie and bag watcher. The drummer buys me dinner.
I'm digressing. I'm good at that. So while all this was going on, I'm getting cuddled by Deathmetal Lou. I had a feeling that would happen, at the gig before this one, we had hugging fun. (see above re: boobs.) He's good looking. from texas. sturdy. nice ass. pretty blue eyes. sweet as the day is long. in the navy. a truly nice guy. I haven't called him yet. I think I will this saturday. Getting cuddled by a guy with a flaming skull tattoo and intense eyes during a punk band show seemed a little surreal, and I observed the people who came to schmooze the band give us the 'wow, um. whoa. approach cautiously' look. It could've been him, or my skirt and heels. I looked great! oh, and he has long eyelashes, and was butterfly kissing my cheek with them. Of all the things that can rarely charm me, that was it. The hugaliciousness helped too.
2 DAYS AFTER!!! WTF is up with that? I get tarted up to cheer myself up, and i get picked up?!?! WTF?? I think the Universe and Aphrodite and Eros just enjoy fuckin' with me.
Right on.
Or to use a football metaphor, I got my own franchise now. No more of this playing second string shit.
Double right on.
PEACE FROG!!!
Posted by Carey at July 2, 2004 01:58 AM