Havin a "Gay" Ole' Time

With extra oreos
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Last night I had a rather "interesting" outing. One of my best friends(M.T.) and some other acquaintences went to "The Crib", a nightclub in San Francisco...And, it was Thursday. Which means it was gay night. Yes, that's right. Not only did I go to a club, but it was gay night. The night was pretty spontaneous and was surprised that I decided to go.

The night started off with me actually getting vamped-up in less than an hour which is record time for me. I was proud. Then we had to pick up a gay friend (Clif) of my best friend and his lesbian friend (D). On a side note, I wonder why it is that people can be so bad with directions and giving them out to the driver as we're on the street... How do people think it's okay to say "Turn here" when the car has already passed the street to turn onto? Quite an annoyance.

We finally get there at "The Crib", already bustling with activity and noise, we had to wait in a line to get patted(?) down by the security guard of the corresponding(?) sex. Already, there were some characters in line.

We enter the dark, humid, somewhat malodorous joint, which had one big dancing room floor, complete with large screens, cages and platforms for hooligans to dance/get rowdy on. It was quite a sight. I don't think I've ever mistaken so many males for a female before and vice versa. Girls on girls, boys on boys, girls on boys, boys on girls, unknown on unknown, or all of the above at once. It was just a whole mess of hot, sweaty bodies, bouncing up and down and munged together. Basically it was a display of raunchy sex with the clothes on.

My virgin eyes.

I start to get random people on me and I had the look of o_O?? most of the night because you can never tell what their sexuality was. Then also there was a male with a black shirt on that would not get off of me (and let's not talk about if I had to question HIS sexuality or not...I think I "felt" the message). My friends had to pretty much pry him off and led me away to the bar.
The other people that we met up with at the club were drinking and sharing with the minors and also were caught by security. Luckily, nothing bad came from it.

Then, the repulsive make-out sessions started occurring (This is what people my age do?? Or am I just being a priss just by saying that?). So then, D (the lesbian) comes up to me and says, "Find me someone to make out with!!". I respond with "What do you go for?". "Oh you know, cute guys, cute girls...you know, someone like you".

......................No.

Discomfort followed the rest of the night due to the fact that SHE would not leave me alone. Wherever we went, she was linked to me and would not take the hint. Do I look like I enjoy vagina? Then, the group made their way onto the stage and started dancing...after some time, who do I see? That's right. The guy in the black shirt from earlier, standing behind me, ready to pounce at any moment. No bueno.

Then the remainder of the time that we were there, I was quite tired of the atmosphere and wanted to leave. Mostly because of the mindless obscenities and the buzzing of hormones from every which way. Gay night finally ended around 2:30am and we made our way back home.

On the way home though, Clif had explained his run in with someone he danced with which went something like this, "OMG, this one guy that I danced with had the same wrist band as me! It's SERENDIPITY~ Dammit, I didn't get to take a picture of him with my phoooone *whine*". Then throughout the car ride, the wrist band incident was mentioned persistently. Over and over. And over.

...I just have to wonder sometimes...This guy is older than I, how could there be people like this. I just don't get it. Then I wondered, is there really someone for everybody?? It would be quite reassuring to know that there is on my part, but at the same time scary to think that there are pairs of people like that. Could be dangerous.

The entire time, my friend and I exchange looks because of the lesbian and pea-brain making half-witted comments. *sigh* what a night.

We then drop off the two annoyances and my friend and his friend and I go to 7-11 for slurpees. I was disappointed in myself because I was on sugar probation. It was very refreshing. The we drop her off and the two of us end up at denny's at 4 in the am. Dangerous.

I stare at the flip menu of desserts and stop at the Oreo shake as I always do. It's a ritual. I talk about how much I want one and my friend ordered it without my approval. I had no choice, but to drink it. It was DAMN tasty.

I just have to say though, that I'am thoroughly convinced that I'am not one that will be into the clubbing scene. It seems quite silly to me to spend an evening rubbing up against strangers and never really being able to talk to the people that you came to enjoy the night with because you can't even hear yourself talk. It's almost as if I had spent the evening alone. I would much rather dance alone/dance with someone in my own room blasting the music that I want to hear. The best times are in the car with someone next to you and rocking out in there.

I'm also puzzled by the actions of the people in my age group. The stories I hear from the people that party often are somewhat nauseating. Am I exactly what OkCupid had labeled me as, "The Priss"? Am I missing out on alot of things by not acting mindlessly? I have no idea. But I don't really see what I could possibly be missing out on.

The reason for this blogspot...then me complaining

The reason for this blogspot, my tiny lil space on the web, is so I can get awaaaay from certain people (and to rant/complain/whine about my life). I think it's more so one person than all the others. People look me up and google me, just to get whatever information they can get their filthy lil eyes on, why? I have no idea, to pretend like they can be my friend or like they're trying to force upon me the idea that I can trust them. Well for those of you that do that and somehow find me here, I'll make it easy for you. I tend to not trust people (especially those that look me up) so quit trying. I really don't understand people that try to push me to trust them, by just acting like they're a friend. And then there are those that want so much to stay a friend, even though I have pretty much dismissed them... (I'm becoming more an more convinced that "formers" can't be friends, though I'm not speaking only of them) The more and more I think about these certain people, the more and more I get annoyed. Why don't they just SAY what they want to say, instead of hinting at certain things in the most round about way possible and leaving pathetic lil away messages for all the world to see, then hoping that I'll respond!! *grunt!* DAAHH!!! Quit trying so hard, it's starting to get pathetic.

Why is it that people are intrigued by someone that enjoys their privacy? I'm starting to see quite a bit of my mom in me lately and that is one of them. People distance themselves from her but hang on to every little thing that may relate to her personal life...She's the type of person that twirls in the office and gets her foot stuck in the waste basket...Mysterious? I think not...

So what that I don't like saying EVERYTHING that pops into my head? Has it ever occurred to them that MAYBE, just maybe, I don't want to let complete strangers who I have just met into what goes on in my head, or even that I'm simply thinking "You're not worth my time or brain power right now, have a decent day". What makes people think that I have anything remotely interesting or intelligent to say that they have to pry it from my idle brain? It's not a difficult concept.

I'm tired of stupid people...Is it just my luck that I come across alot of them these days, or is it just that I notice them more?

Wow

Wow, I haven't been that excited about signing up for things in a long time. I don't know what the hell I'm doing but it's so great *claps hands and makes oOooOo face* Pics are up too at Flickr and "you" can get a nice lil visual of my oh-so-crazy life along with my lengthy explanations.

I had an interesting email come to me several minutes ago... It was from one of those people that I tend to ignore and not talk to when they IM me or when they call.

I used to be one to endure any kind of annoyances no matter what-for what reason, I'm not quite sure. Most likely because I want to be affable, because I care quite a bit about what others think, even now (though this has been an ongoing struggle, I still wonder if it will ever be fixed). Lately tho, things have slowly started to change. I don't take much of people's ridiculous requests and fronts too easily now. And that is why I think I have more people that are on my "ignore" list than I would like to.

This person that I have met only once, constantly IM's me, along with the occassional repeated phone calls if I don't pick up. I wondered why this person constantly tries to get my attention, labeling them as the young, naive, male that simply wishes to get the action that I find most males only care about ( and I will warn you here that my blogging will mostly consist of male bashing. If you don't like it, comment and leave). From what I hear, males will do ANYthing for that. True, untrue? I'd like to think the latter.

A snipet of what I'm talking about:

"I've got to be honest, the thing that got me interested in you is that you are so difficult to get ahold of...I see all the little things that you have things like the fact that you seem to know about every topic a person can bring up. Granted, you may not know alot about every topic, but you can carry a conversation for hours. You serve as a source of wisdom for me and I get a sense of responsibility around you that, in turn makes me want to become a better person...You have been a great support for me even though it may be very little support in your view. I was in very troubled times when I met you and the little contribution of being a "pal" went a long way..."

So this makes me think. A whole lot of things. Why did I neglect this person? I feel as though that I have somewhat lost some of the qualities that set me apart from those that represent so much of the majority that should not be. Before I had been so tolerant, so flexible, yet somewhere I felt it so unfair. I sometimes think, "take everything in with an open heart, be willing to help others out no matter what the cost, because that's what (should) make you happy"... I'm probably too much of a pessimist to be that way. Other times I feel that all I can do is be selfish, never accept other's mistakes. Now am I just too quick to alienate others? I'm not so sure.

I have supposedly made some sort of difference in this person's life, yet I have been acting as if I could care less if I ever talk to them again. What does that say? It really means that I have been egocentric and cold, when I really don't have much reason to.

I'm not really sure what to make of this person because I somehow feel that they're quite naive in their thinking. I can't handle people that hope for something more than what I can really give them, so I don't know how to deal with them. Do I say "Thank you", shake their hand, and then move on? or do I actually befriend them, in hopes that they won't do the exact things that make me want to be in my corner forever? *sigh* I have no idea.

Anyway, this is just my attempt to sound like I have something thoughtful to say for my first blogger's blog. More to come.

yeah

testing this out