anyways. welcome. this is my blog. its a bit on the barren side as of right now but i'm sure i can beef it up a bit over the next couple months. this will be an outlet for my thoughts, feelings, beliefs, and biased opinions. i probably will talk shit about most anything and everything so hopefully the people i talk shit about don't frequent my blog.
i'm going to kick it off with a tale from last night. i haven't been out much for the last few months. i'll get into why in a later post. but my roommate and i headed to a spot in chicago, joe's bar. cool place. first time there. they have a ridiculous deal on tuesdays where they sell $2 pitchers of beer. you read that right. $2. they definitely cater to my crowd: the type that don't make much moolah.
we meet up with one of my buddies from undergrad and one of his friends. its a bit empty early on in the night and i think the severely negative temperature might have something to do with it. it picks up over the next few hours and we head to the back room. side note: this place is huge. it's probably two or three times the size of your typical college bar.
i'm going to cut out the bullshit and get to the meaty part of the story. i see one of the girls that is working there. gorgeous girl. brunette. heavy on the eyeshadow. cute as hell. definitely my type. i dive in head first and start to chat her up. my genius move is to rag on her for not dressing up festively like the 95 other assholes in the room wearing ugly sweaters and santa hats. i can tell she's into me but i let her go after a bit because she's working. im so considerate.
she's back a few minutes later and we pick up where we left off. i decide to take the leap of faith after some banter and ask for her number. guess what? boyfriend. i called bullshit right away. i told her i've heard it far too many times for it to be true. she giggles and goes to drop off a pitcher.
she's gone for a bit but when she makes it back i just give her this look. the 'i still think you're full of shit' look. she comes over and is like 'whaaat' in that high pitched voice that only girls can do. i told her straight up, 'i don't believe you have a boyfriend.' her response? she pulls out her phone and shows me the background. it's a picture of her and her alleged boyfriend arm in arm.
fuck. night over.
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