He started again. Brian. Ass smacks. Now, it's been awhile, (i.e. at least 7 months or so) I'm going to just blame it on the alcohol, because really, I don't know how to take it. Last night, we, along with P.A.T.T. went out. We danced the night away (literally). So here's the funny thing, maybe it's not that funny, but Brian had out of town company visiting. A girl. And...he left her at his place. Friday, he told me he was sick of her, and couldn't wait for her to leave...Last night, he left her. So when I asked about her & what was going on, he said...and I quote..."I'm done with her" (end quote)
In Other News
I met this guy (whose name I can't remember) and, I don't know if I was seeing things, but it looked like half of his gums were split. Think dentures on the top, but for half of the top row. I can't explain it. It reminds me of this one time, when I met this guy with coke bottle glasses. I have no problem with guys who wear glasses, in fact, the right pair, is sexy, but I digress. So anyways, it wasn't just his glasses, that were bad. It was everything. But, when I met him, I had vodka goggles. So later that week, he calls me, we set up a date, and on my way to the meeting spot, I walk pass this guy. I see him, but I divert my eyes (eye contact, gets you in trouble) and silently pray it's not him. I walk in the place, sit down, and order a drink. I'm watching guys come in, about 5 minutes goes by, and the "No Eye Contact Guy" walks in. (Shit) Then he walks straight towards me, and low and behold, it's the coke bottle glasses guy!
I smile, and we exchange pleasantries. So there were some other things, that the vodka made me forget. He had a glass eye! And his other eye, was cockeyed! So at this point, we're talking, and I can't help but to look at him. I'm all for eye contact, but I didn't know what to do!!! I'm not a rude or superficial person, so I try to make the most of the situation. I pick a spot on his forehead, so it looks like I'm looking at him while we converse, without being rude.
So aside from his glass eye, which I could have gotten past if he was sexy, his conversation was LAME. He said he was a music producer, and he was working on his music career (like whatever dude), and the list goes on...
So yeah, that's who the guy I met this weekend reminded me of. This time I didn't have vodka goggles. More like tequila.