Sunday, March 29, 2009

lost in translation

that's where i've been, lost in the translation of this silly place called life...thanks to all of you who sent me emails (that i did not always respond to in a timely manner - part of it was my computer was a bit of a freak and the other part was likes to jump around and say "i'm on the one side, i'm on the other side"...and it was not like the was NOT on my side...

a quickie list of updates in the the not-so-entertaining life of this curiousgirl:

- i had a "me-date" recently...and let me tell you, i am one picky broad when it comes to choosing movies and places to eat...i mean, day-um! wonder i will be forever single, my decision-making skills go something like this:

"well, i could watch a comedy, but i really wanted to see this other movie, but then i also wanted to see that one, but if i watch that movie then it will be this time when i get out and i wanted to be on that side of town by this time, but if i watch this other one then i might get out too early...fuck, i just need a drink"

i sent aneris pics of the place where i had adorable little restaurant with a spectacular view of the garden...

our text summary:

aneris - that is pretty, are you at least surrounded by hot men?

cg - oh, yeah...except they are all gay...even the waiters!

aneris - it figures, only a gay man would eat in a place like that

they do have amazing hibiscus mint tea, that's for sure...delish...

- how can you tell if someone is truly flirting or just teasing...a friend of mine who is married (known him and wife for years, we all get along well), says "you need a tune-up"..."friends should be able to share things with each open"...he rubs my arm a lot and my back as's all a bit...odd...she is there when a lot of it happens and she never seems to mind...but i kinda do...

- went out one night...drama at the bar...we were with some friends...people are drinking (i am perfectly fine as are most of us) guy walks over to me:

guy - hi

cg - hi

guy - can i get dirty?

cg - (utterly perplexed) what??

(guy turns away shaking his head, walks over a few minutes later)

guy - can i get dirty?

cg - (is he serious?? he is so wasted) what are you talking about??

guy - it's been eight months

cg - okay (turns away and rolls eyes, ignores him)

guy - hey, are you married? do you have kids?

cg - why?

guy - i'm not married, i dont have kids...look (shows a silver ring with a cross etched in it)...this is my purity ring...(laughs)

cg - okay

(guy mumbles several times before i lean over to hear...he grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss but i, like the fleet-footed rabbit that i am, turn to evasive maneuvers - i duck my

everyone apologizes for his behavior (it was both comical and tiring) and when we left he rubs the back of my hand with his thumb (um...okay)...later i find out he proceeded to start a little scuffle in the parking lot with someone because we left...makes no sense, but then drunk people rarely do...i should know...i have performed countless studies on the effects of drinking alcohol on decision-making (see above paragraphs)...

- soldier boy is back...and pissy as hell..."let me come over", you will not come is five in the morning..."then you come here", i will not come over it is five in the morning...what part of "it is five in the morning" are you not getting???...

- while i was being greeted with the best pick up line ever (hey, what are you drinking...why?...because i might pay for it if it isnt too expensive... ... ...dont do me any favors, buddy) i witnessed a scuffle between an ex-nfl player and a lezzie...when smack talk goes wrong ex-nfl players go on the offensive and push around the defender...the defender flips the card table and poker chips and cards go flying everywhere, along with several glasses of adult bevs...then, the taunting begins.."do it again, do it again, fucking hit me again"...cops show up...only the lez is around so the ref cant call on unsportsmanlike buzz kill...

that should be it for now...i have been busy enjoying a lot of the local goings-on but now that my computer is back and not being such a whiny little bitch, i should be back to posting more regularly...yeah, i was like "you're a bitch" and the computer was like "..." and then i said "who's your fucking pimp, bitch!"...finally the guy at the counter said "ma'am, please step away from the laptop and no one will get hurt" was a close one...i was sooo ready to throw down...

hee hee


6 curious people say...:

comfydildo said...

Glad you're back, I was worried.

curiousgirl said...

no worries...thanks for the txt msgs and emails though...:)


Anonymous said...

I have to say that the level of boorish behavior in bars and other mingling spots seems to be at an all-time high--and this is from decades of observation.

It's amazing to me that erotic liaisons result from the sorts of drunken advances you recounted. Although not in your case, of course.

mnwhr said...

Good to know that you are well.

curiousgirl said...

@petitemort - well, should i really be surprised by this time? seems more the norm than the exception...not that i go out to meet people, which is one of those highly perceived notions that people make in general...

@mnwhr - i am, thanks!


Aneris said...

You are incorrigible!

That said, you should pinch the husband dude on the arm after each time he strokes you like you are a Persian kitty on a settee. After all, aren't we being open?