These lyrics have nothing to do with this post necessarily. It’s just the fact that you cannot go see a live band without them playing this Journey classic. Marley and I had our girls night out last night. It was a blast.
It was a smoky bar, big but with the old biker dive bar feel. The crowd ranged from a guy who probably took his first date to see Wizard of Oz when it first came out to a kid who I am sure grew his first pubic hair only last week.
Marley looked fabulous, she can fit in anywhere with grace. I looked like the kinda chick you’d fuck in your backseat. We got on the dance floor. I bumped into a Brendan Fraser from the 80s, curly locks falling over onto one eye.
So here begins the story of GK , named because neither Marley or I can remember what his real name is. In tradition of ancestors from years past, I met a guy in person. Picked him up in a bar. How unbelievably old fashioned of me. I offered to buy him a shot, he does not drink liquor so he in turn bought me one instead. I am all for that. There’s a big but here with GK. He violates the first of three rules Lorna and I came up with.
- Thou shalt not drink bitch beer.
- Thou shalt love dogs.
- Thou shall go down and be a good eater
GK was drinking Ultra. The ultimate bitch beer. As bad as drinking a pretty mixed drink. He also had not much of a personality but stood there with his arm around my waist as if we’d been together for years. I actually made the comment to Marley that he gave me the impression that he would cry during sex.
I walk GK out to his car. We made out like crazy. He tried to convince me to come home with him. But here again is where I reiterate one of my most important blog points: Never ever ever pick a man over your girlfriend. Marley, bless her heart, does understand the draw of a cute guy. She offered to drop me off at his place provided she was allowed to snapshot his drivers license. He didn’t answer his phone so it did not happen.
I did receive a message at 4 AM from him. Then again at 9:30 AM. Then again at 11 AM asking me to come over. I eventually texted back around 5 saying no. He then asked me to come over tomorrow and he’d help me with my homework. Then an hour later texted me again to ask if I still liked and wanted him.
Girls, maybe we can be as complex as men say. We don’t hear from men (no RG since Thursday night) and we are sad. We hear from them too much, we see them as needy and clingy and whiny little princesses. Where’s the line?