Cheesecake & Mexican Food
This post is well overdue. So let me not waste any time.
Saturday before last I ended up drinking 10 bottles of wine with 5 other people. Let me just tell you: it was beyond absurdity. It was like one of those nights, where everyone gets so inebriated that things are being said in front of people that are usually reserved as inside jokes - at one point I got so embarrassed that I had to crawl underneath a table to hide myself from the chaos.
Needless to say, by midnight, my decision was made to join my friend, Fabiano, at a nearby bar for some dancing. I didn't know most of the people he was with, but he knows how I love dancing the night away.
So I'm just dancing, when this huge guy walks by and grabs my hand and kisses it - ew (Fabiano later told me that this guy had at least 6 inches on him, and that he himself has 10 inches on me):
Big Guy (BG) - Do you want to dance?
Me (P): Um, no thanks - I'm dancing with my friends.
BG: Ok
And then he walks away, then turns right back around.
BG: What's it like upstairs?
P: The music is good, but it's pretty crowded.
BG: Well, can I get your number?
P: ?!?! Let's wait and see.
BG: Okay.
So then he heads upstairs and I forget all about him, and I continue to dance dance dance - like I do. I don't know how much time has passed (at least an hour), but I'm just kinda dancing off to the side with Fabiano and another friend maybe 4 feet away from me when BG walks up to me again and this time puts his arms over my shoulders and has me dancing with him:
BG: Can I dance with you now?
P: Well, I'm really just here with my friends.
BG: You're just trying to avoid me. You look at me, and all you see is a black man. But you know, I got a degree, I'm educated. I got a job.
P: [silence - what the hell do you say to that?]
BG: I've been wanting to grab that ass all night.
P: ... That's just a line you use?
BG: No, I'm being dead serious (and then he grabs my butt!).
P: [Looking over my shoulder, throwing a pleading look to Fabiano, who just proceeds to laugh at me]
BG: So what do you think, I wanna take you out... I would take you out for some cheesecake and Mexican food.
(Seriously, I kid you not. Those are his words, and it came out in that order - what?!)
P: You don't even know my name.
BG: Well, whats your name?
P: Parmita - what's yours?
BG: Elbee, E-L-B- double E.
Yea, that's pretty much the end of that.
Saturday before last I ended up drinking 10 bottles of wine with 5 other people. Let me just tell you: it was beyond absurdity. It was like one of those nights, where everyone gets so inebriated that things are being said in front of people that are usually reserved as inside jokes - at one point I got so embarrassed that I had to crawl underneath a table to hide myself from the chaos.
Needless to say, by midnight, my decision was made to join my friend, Fabiano, at a nearby bar for some dancing. I didn't know most of the people he was with, but he knows how I love dancing the night away.
So I'm just dancing, when this huge guy walks by and grabs my hand and kisses it - ew (Fabiano later told me that this guy had at least 6 inches on him, and that he himself has 10 inches on me):
Big Guy (BG) - Do you want to dance?
Me (P): Um, no thanks - I'm dancing with my friends.
BG: Ok
And then he walks away, then turns right back around.
BG: What's it like upstairs?
P: The music is good, but it's pretty crowded.
BG: Well, can I get your number?
P: ?!?! Let's wait and see.
BG: Okay.
So then he heads upstairs and I forget all about him, and I continue to dance dance dance - like I do. I don't know how much time has passed (at least an hour), but I'm just kinda dancing off to the side with Fabiano and another friend maybe 4 feet away from me when BG walks up to me again and this time puts his arms over my shoulders and has me dancing with him:
BG: Can I dance with you now?
P: Well, I'm really just here with my friends.
BG: You're just trying to avoid me. You look at me, and all you see is a black man. But you know, I got a degree, I'm educated. I got a job.
P: [silence - what the hell do you say to that?]
BG: I've been wanting to grab that ass all night.
P: ... That's just a line you use?
BG: No, I'm being dead serious (and then he grabs my butt!).
P: [Looking over my shoulder, throwing a pleading look to Fabiano, who just proceeds to laugh at me]
BG: So what do you think, I wanna take you out... I would take you out for some cheesecake and Mexican food.
(Seriously, I kid you not. Those are his words, and it came out in that order - what?!)
P: You don't even know my name.
BG: Well, whats your name?
P: Parmita - what's yours?
BG: Elbee, E-L-B- double E.
Yea, that's pretty much the end of that.
posted by psamanta at 1:01 PM
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