The end of Insults pt 1.
November 25th 2007 22:43
Sambuka? The drink of drunks...
The last few days have been interesting. Very interesting, and whilst the overwhleming emotions of last nights events should fill me with total joy and happiness, and in a way they do, i'm left with a hollow feeling inside. Let me explain...
It started on Wednesday, i was sat at the library computers doing work for a class ( -- which incidently, turned out to be the wrong work and me getting put on the spot several time about how Eugenics was brought into Germany well before Hitler. I didn't have a clue, but instead of admitting my fault, blagged my way to the end, with suprising success -- ) when none other than insults girl came and sat next to me. I giggled.
As it turns out, our brief hatred of each other has been replaced by a great bond. We talked for hours, about anything and everything, finding out that we like exactly the same things in every area of culture. She gave me a lift home, and promised to meet up on Saturday in the Sugarhouse. I never expected anything but friendship. It's a good mentality to go into a girl/boy experience with. Some girls are sluts and just want sex, but some girls need a feeling of trust and happiness to be with a guy. At the very least you're going to get a friendship out of it all. It's all quite logical really.
Unfortunately, my flatmates all backed out of joining me on my adventures last night, leaving me to go out...drinking...on my own. Dangerous.
BUT, having read a fellow blogger hints, going out drinking on your own isn't that bad. And he was right. Firstly, there are no friends to fall back on, which is a bad thing if conversation goes dry, sollution: Don't make the conversation go dry
But hopefully, if you do go out somewhere, you'll know some people to talk to. As the sugarhouse is the student nightclub, i knew a lot of people. Even then, as you're basis of wingmen aren't by your side, you HAVE to make new friends. I made a lot more than i usually do.I was speaking to a guy i know from poker who'd just lost £100 at a casino when i saw insults girl, who had txted me previously to say she had arrived. I went over, semi-expecting an awkward conversation, only to get right into a conversation about wine. She was drunk. Drunk is always good.
Sambuka anyone?
Dancing, more of the above, dancing, more of the above...
...a girl in the back room for a cheeky snog...
...Sambuka anyone?
Insults girl found me at the bar, after my 6th shot, for much more conversation. This time, it was about boys. For some reason, she has it in her head that most boys don't like her because of her size (the cutest little thing in the room). In reality, it's quite the opposite, and unbeknowst to her, she was knocking them back left right and centre all night.
Boy conversations: Play it safe. Don't seem to keen to help her in finding a boy, but always seem keen to promote how good she looks and how many guys have been looking at her. It gives her self confidence. In this case, the looks were real, she was the hottest girl in the room. Coming towards the end of the night, she said we should go to another club, which was vetoed, and we went back to mine...
Not to leave it there and for you to all expect that anything rude happened, as it didn't and NOTHING happened, but the whole next part of the story is at least another post, so you'll have to come back in a few days...
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