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The Email On The Coaster (Serendipity)

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7:06pm, Sunday the 15th of June

Low on cigarettes, high on life

In part three of yesterday’s incredible emotional roller coaster, I come out better for it (besides the pissed pants and the puke on my shoes! (not really)).

After I closed my lappy yesterday I went out for a cigarette or two, and called my friend with a teenage-girl-style “Omg the bartender and cute and I’m tipsy, blah blah etc” rambling and then went in, sucked in my inhibitions and started talking to him (after offering to buy him a drink of course, which he turned down for work reasons) I finally managed to get him out for a cigarette.

The next two hours we discovered that we used to live across the road from each other, know lots of the same people, have shit loads in common and make very good compatible friends.

Naturally, swooning my arse off, I casually find out his sexuality and DUN DUN DUNNN! The boy is straight! Some more alcohol, cigarettes and reminiscing happened then it was time for me to go, which came at perfect timing cause his manager turned up. Oh but before I left, he gladly wrote his email down on a coaster for me to take home with me to add him (which I shall do after this post for sure!)

So yes, it went pretty well.

7:15pm, Same day

Still in same state (what would have changed in the last 9 minutes?)

Time to talk about my day. I did a makeup lesson! In which, I learnt how to NOT give my face the flat, pale, dead, Goth-Who-Can’t-Be-Fucked look to a lively, awake and most fuckable look. The eyes are wider and brighter with more attention drawn to them. The cheekbones are present. The colour of my face is healthier than that of a corpse! Definitely worth it! Not saying that I will ever leave behind my thick black eyeliner, mascara and a slash of black lipstick. But weekdays, I look healthy! Nothing supermodel-worthy though.

Speaking of which, last night, I found out that my friend has been signed up with a (n extremely questionable) really good modeling agency! Good for him, the hot bastard cunt. Haha I do joke, he is a stunning boy with the unique features of a god. Also, an insane personality that reciprocates my own. I love that boy, possibly more than I should BUT what can you do?

Tomorrow brings the new working week, and I am not looking forward to it. Although after I get my makeup together and all the girls are checking me out, my mood may change possibly. I am excited though as I will get to keep you updated for the first time on my life in a working week. Which although, I admit, it is not very exciting… it does make a good story once it comes together. I can only hope for a very interesting week.

No self-enlightening questions. No good jokes. No good stories and no super-duper Gen-Y references today. What a kick in the sperm ‘n eggs! Bah, I think I’ll scour the internet for a nice Gen-Y article to interest you with.

7:31pm, Same day

Another cigarette down. I think it is time to start whoring this blog and add this boy.

Catchas laters, skaters

xx

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Drowning Sorrows

{ June 15, 2008 @ 7:01 pm } · { My Life }
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2:04pm, Saturday the 14th June

Sitting alone in a cocktail bar with a long island iced tea and my laptop

Here I am, sitting alone in a cocktail bar after possible the worst day ever. I had the date, and in the usual internet meet story, it went a little like this.

He turned up, at least 15kg heavier than all of his obviously outdated pictures. Keep in mind that I did offer to buy him lunch.

We sat there talking, with him constantly ridiculing my appearance, after ordering lemonade, a latte and some water…..all at once. What the fuck? So I asked “How many different liquids do you need?” So naturally I get the sleazy look and the “Don’t ask me that.”

His plate arrived, and then by the time mine arrived, he was close to finished. Then when he did, and I was barely through mine, and he sat there humming and hahing because I don’t eat at the speed of light.

And naturally my lack of self esteem got the better of me and I still paid him for the lunch. After being a rude, ugly complete arsehole I STILL paid.

We then walked back to X where I was still working on the project.

Is my self esteem really that low that I must skim from the bottom of the pool via the internet and then when he turns out to be a complete fuckup I still smile and buy him lunch? To deal with that ridicule? To have to drink alone in a cocktail bar? Then again, I smartly offered him a handshake goodbye. No hugs for you, you bastard!

And now I am here, in the cocktail bar. Its on the second floor, with daytime sports on the TV. There is a smokers area outside with tables and shit but I am just fine here. Its nice and middle-lighted with a warm atmosphere and music that makes me feel good. Or maybe that is the alcohol taking hold.

Wow look at the time fly, it has been 12 minutes already. New drink time soon.

Coming here was well worth it though, as I turned up, spent a few minutes looking for the bartender and my god. He is STUNNING. He asked “What do you want?” and I replied “I just had a bad date, I need a drink”

Now I do not get out much, and have never had a cocktail. But today is DEFINITELY the day for my first one. So he talked me through it. (I emphasized I needed a strong one). He suggested the long island iced tea and I was a bit hesitant at the priced(I felt like being a tightarse after paying for a dickweeds lunch). So he shot me a dazzling smile and his bright blue eyes focused on me and he said “I’ll make you a long island iced tea, but I’ll charge you for a X (can’t remember the name) which is much cheaper.

Perhaps he is flirting and trying to get me drunk quick (also he has tricked me into buying a second once I have finished this one) or perhaps it is just wishful thinking. I am not hoping for sex of course, but at least some attention/ a phone number would make me happy.

All in all, my day, in all shitness, feels ok at this point. My first cocktail and first cute bartender, hell my first time drinking at a cocktail bar even.

I am a child dammit! I am a businessman dammit

I am a businessman dammit! I am a child dammit!

Ok, I admit, at 18, Gen-Y, bisexual and possibly any other middle ground you can think of, my life pretty much equals limbo. I guess I am still on the road to finding my path! HA! Now there is some Zen if you ever need it.

Oh god I am not too sure if I should have another, my head is already spinning and I am on my first one! Hahaha. Cocktails and hot bartenders be damned!

Well it is time to wrap up this post, at 3% battery power. I have a new goal: LOVE THYSELF!

And if you never hear from me again, my drink got spiked, and I got raped and murdered ><

Bye!

xx