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themegalooI have a few moments before I have to dart off and you know, be a contributing member of society and go to my meeting thinger, so I thought I might jot out a quick update!
If you so happened to be in chat for the brief period of time that I was last night, you likely know this and have already been vaguely amused at my predicament.
Last night, we went out. I was under the impression that we were going to a pub. You know, a little music, a game on the TV, drinks and conversation? Not too loud. BUT NO, THIS WAS NOT THE CASE! Instead, we end up at a nighclub. At which I blink and go "Oh damn I'm wearing jean and tennis shoes, thank you for the warning."
The music they were playing was just TERRIBLE. And by TERRIBLE I mean HILARIOUS. All these like, 80's/90's cheesey dance songs. Honest to go the first song I heard was Jump (For My Love). I LOL'D. It was...well a lot more fun than I'd have thought!
All was well and good and I was have an excellent time just dancing in a circle with our little group when it starts to happen. The crowd grew, the space did not. If anything, the space SHRANK. People began to be all up in your personal space. Walking was like being squeezed out of a ketchup bottle. It was quite an adventure.
And then IT started happening. These random drunk guys running into me started hitting on me! Two of them in particular. Random Guy #1 basically fell into me and then tried to attach. But as he was Basically Falling, this was not difficult. He did return a few times but still, Falling. Easy enough!
Random Guy #2, also known as "Jimmy" was much more persistent. He decided that I was "shy," which I am not, because I wouldn't stand there and make out with him. I'm sorry, but I might kiss readily with people I actually know, I'm not about to swap spit with a guy in a nightclub that I have never met. So for a moment, he seems to get the idea and just tries to dance with me, which is alright. But then he tries again and I push him off again and they cycles tries to continue, for which I am Not Best Pleased.
It ended when he literally picked me up in the air as George, wonderful, fantastic person that he is, walked by. At this moment I truly understand why going out with a group including males (and cute ones at that) is a very good plan. I tapped him on the shoulder, probably still with my face frozen like so: @_@ and mouthed "HELP."
Well, within a few moments I was back on solid ground and pulled up against George instead with Laura at my back to close him off.
I love people!
And I liked Laura's guy better. His attempt was apparently by saying "Does it bother you that my brain is twice as big as yours?" to which she was able to respond "No, because I'm a neuroscientist so I know it's not true." She also got to pwn him on schools. It was amusing to hear re-told.
George is still my hero of the hour and NOW I MUST GO! <3
Beware the drunks, folks.
If you so happened to be in chat for the brief period of time that I was last night, you likely know this and have already been vaguely amused at my predicament.
Last night, we went out. I was under the impression that we were going to a pub. You know, a little music, a game on the TV, drinks and conversation? Not too loud. BUT NO, THIS WAS NOT THE CASE! Instead, we end up at a nighclub. At which I blink and go "Oh damn I'm wearing jean and tennis shoes, thank you for the warning."
The music they were playing was just TERRIBLE. And by TERRIBLE I mean HILARIOUS. All these like, 80's/90's cheesey dance songs. Honest to go the first song I heard was Jump (For My Love). I LOL'D. It was...well a lot more fun than I'd have thought!
All was well and good and I was have an excellent time just dancing in a circle with our little group when it starts to happen. The crowd grew, the space did not. If anything, the space SHRANK. People began to be all up in your personal space. Walking was like being squeezed out of a ketchup bottle. It was quite an adventure.
And then IT started happening. These random drunk guys running into me started hitting on me! Two of them in particular. Random Guy #1 basically fell into me and then tried to attach. But as he was Basically Falling, this was not difficult. He did return a few times but still, Falling. Easy enough!
Random Guy #2, also known as "Jimmy" was much more persistent. He decided that I was "shy," which I am not, because I wouldn't stand there and make out with him. I'm sorry, but I might kiss readily with people I actually know, I'm not about to swap spit with a guy in a nightclub that I have never met. So for a moment, he seems to get the idea and just tries to dance with me, which is alright. But then he tries again and I push him off again and they cycles tries to continue, for which I am Not Best Pleased.
It ended when he literally picked me up in the air as George, wonderful, fantastic person that he is, walked by. At this moment I truly understand why going out with a group including males (and cute ones at that) is a very good plan. I tapped him on the shoulder, probably still with my face frozen like so: @_@ and mouthed "HELP."
Well, within a few moments I was back on solid ground and pulled up against George instead with Laura at my back to close him off.
I love people!
And I liked Laura's guy better. His attempt was apparently by saying "Does it bother you that my brain is twice as big as yours?" to which she was able to respond "No, because I'm a neuroscientist so I know it's not true." She also got to pwn him on schools. It was amusing to hear re-told.
George is still my hero of the hour and NOW I MUST GO! <3
Beware the drunks, folks.
