I needed a good night out.
Yes, I certainly did.
This weekend, I went out with a horribly pretentious bore that talked of nothing but money and work. In fact, this “friend” made me feel so bad about my career and finances, I cried all the way home. And for the record, my career and finances are just fine, but when you're boozing it up with someone who pushes their $300,000 a year paycheck in your face, well, it’s easy to feel like a loser. Thank God he bought the Vodka/Cokes, so at least I had a free drunk.
Yes, sometimes living in the richest city in the world can be depressing, but I digress.
I needed a good sleazy night out. Yes, Sperm night at the Cock bar was calling my name. Of course, I always go with the intention of meeting a new husband, but that never seems to happen.
Take last night, I was sitting at the bar watching the queens cha-cha when a foreign man sauntered by and smiled. He was a tad drunk, but cute enough for a Sunday night. He held my hand - how nice I thought. He brought my hand up to his mouth to kiss it - how romantic I thought. Then, without notice, he started sucking my fingers - very smooth and erotically. I mean, here I am sipping a Vodka/Coke with one hand and getting the other hand sucked. Yes, only at 3 am in NYC.
I must admit it felt rather good, but why do I always attract the freaks?
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A guy did that to me one time. I was so drunk it barely registered. I thought it was kind of desperate of the dude, but it sounds like you enjoyed that attention. You get all the action, man.
Gosh, your big spender "friend" sounds like such exciting company. Thank goodness "Mr. Kissyhands" came by to provide a nice distraction. :)
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