Wow. How much fun can a Brazilian soccer player be? ALOT! Ok, wait for it, just bubbling over, could be from the booze last night but could also be from sheer joy at why I liked being single before! So the night started out beautifully. My girlfriend brought me a "pick me up gift" which consisted of Lemongrass lotion and anti-bacterial spray....umm the last part has me worried about what single life has done to her but i've been out of the game for 2yrs not really sure what to expect. So we head out to the comedy and show and it was fucking awesome! Not only was my friend great but it was seriously Mad Tv worthy, hands down the best $10 ever spent, which I did not have to spend since last night my girl deemed me as her bitch for the night that didn't put out but she was still paying for everything since she was forcing me to leave my safe haven of a home to flirt with my coworker. Good trade.
Afterwords we go with the cast to a local bar and have ourselves a couple cocktails. Why does my breath smell like a vodka distillery you ask? Because last night vodka was like a hot potato that I wanted to eat! I didn't pay for a single drink and when my friend started to fall off her bar stool I figured, maybe now is the time to go. No. Not the time. Another bar and another 3 or 4 drinks later we walk into the next bar and BAM there he is. Hot Smoldering Brazilian man who locks eyes with me the minute I walk in. As soon as we go to take a shot he walks over and say something in the form of "you are so beautiful". Could have been "your scarf is made from wonderful yarn" for all I cared. Commence the makeout session. He talks about himself, whatever, not interested and more makeout, a shot a drink, then more blah blah and makeout. Don't remember his name but do remember he put his number in my phone so if I wanted to know his name could look but really not worried about that.
When my friend falls off her bar stool again I figure it's time to catch a cab, so I hit up the ladies room and get accosted my this short New Yorker who looked like he just walked off the reality show Jersey Shore, who wants to discuss my options for the night! Seriously he said that. He tells me I can go over to pretty boy and makeout with him some more or I can try to have an everlasting relationship with someone who is deep. Like him.
What do you think I did? :)
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Well unless you're a nut case you went home in a cab and dropped your tazer on your phone shorting out your makeout man's number and after that Scoped or Listerened your drowned and deadened tastebuds......sorry toots but I think too much rum may have made your choices and eyesight rather questionable....that's okay though...isn't it fun being single again? Hey I like it minus the several stops at local pubs and swapping spit. Nothing to it, just like riding a bicycle, you'll be better at it as time and men go on. I am really happy you laughed and lived through it! Comedy is definitely good for the soul and whatever else ails you but don't be unreal. Reality has to be dealt with. Have fun but remember your hard learned lessons or you'll be repeating them. Sorry to sound so familiar. Have a life of your own choosing, that is the key point. FUN STUFF!
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