Operation Get Laid or Better Yet Get a Date
Saturday, 29. September 2007, 23:02:10
So after an indepth talk with a few friends and co-workers I was taken out. To the club. A girl bar in brooklyn and if you live in NYC and are queer I can bite my tongue now. Anyway I love going out once I'm out but it does take a lot of effort after a long day of work and a prior evening of outreach until midnight walking for hours in the west village. The need to take me out was planned by my co-worker/supervisor and her girl friend who grilled me on my dating status the other day.
Basically I'm a retard in the romance department. So this night out was an operation to get some action-according to them. So I went to the normal meeting location at 10pm for youth outreach (my part-time gig with a youth npo center). Starbucks-but no one was there to meet me. I get a call from Max-who I love to do outreach with because his model good looks always attracks a lot of kids-to tell me we were going out and our supervisor was taking us in her beat down two seat pickup. So we squeezed into the truck and went to the club.
Once there I met a few of my supervisor's girlfriend's friends. This is where my social retardedness sets in. It's loud-I can't really speak or hear the names of the people I'm meeting and I feel like an asshole screaming to talk to people. I'm leaning on the bar with my group, soldiers of operation get me laid. The mission is underway as we drink. It took me a while to finish my first extra strong drink of gin and tonic. I was more than tipsy after I downed it. One of the friends I was interested in. Cute petite brown girl, but couldn't tell if she goes or would go for the tg butch type. I guess like I was told...not many authentic butch guys in nyc as was apparent in the club. That's why I kinda felt like a sore thumb, but I like music and dancing, so I focus on that aspect of being out.
So there we all finally were on the dance floor-in the "dance circle", groving. I danced with Max, easy target, safe-male. So my supervisor's gf pulls me to the side-"Your not gonna get any girls dancing with Max". Right! So eventually I am dancing with this sexy curvy brown girl sandwiching her with-what I'm guessing is her bff-grabbing my hands and grinding on her ass. I'm drunk horned up-pretty hot-but I was sooooo drunk by the time I actually start dancing. Downing 2 tequilla shots and 2 beers, in an hours time.
Wasted is never good, so I talk shit in her ear...blah blah whatever some lame line about doing laundry. Ugh, what a loser and ask her for her number before the end of the night. She's completely into it. I should have just kissed her. I actually was looking to hook up. Then, like an idiot I pull away mid-hot grind session to go pee. Then I come back and am so wasted I can't remember what she looked like exactly in the sea of women on the dance floor-I didn't see her friend either and I no longer see my co-workers/friends who have my stuff. Panic mode-a) Where's the girl I wanna get laid b) where's my friends so I can get my bag with my money and keys so I can go home and get laid.
Well by the time I wondered to the front of the club-super drunk, I saw them. They were leaving, my operation had decided to pull out before the mission was completed! After the soldiers left I gave in. I didn't see her, well I really couldn't try too hard being so wasted and frustrated that she didn't stay where I left her. So I leave. Alone.Next time I'll hold my pee.
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Basically I'm a retard in the romance department. So this night out was an operation to get some action-according to them. So I went to the normal meeting location at 10pm for youth outreach (my part-time gig with a youth npo center). Starbucks-but no one was there to meet me. I get a call from Max-who I love to do outreach with because his model good looks always attracks a lot of kids-to tell me we were going out and our supervisor was taking us in her beat down two seat pickup. So we squeezed into the truck and went to the club.
Once there I met a few of my supervisor's girlfriend's friends. This is where my social retardedness sets in. It's loud-I can't really speak or hear the names of the people I'm meeting and I feel like an asshole screaming to talk to people. I'm leaning on the bar with my group, soldiers of operation get me laid. The mission is underway as we drink. It took me a while to finish my first extra strong drink of gin and tonic. I was more than tipsy after I downed it. One of the friends I was interested in. Cute petite brown girl, but couldn't tell if she goes or would go for the tg butch type. I guess like I was told...not many authentic butch guys in nyc as was apparent in the club. That's why I kinda felt like a sore thumb, but I like music and dancing, so I focus on that aspect of being out.
So there we all finally were on the dance floor-in the "dance circle", groving. I danced with Max, easy target, safe-male. So my supervisor's gf pulls me to the side-"Your not gonna get any girls dancing with Max". Right! So eventually I am dancing with this sexy curvy brown girl sandwiching her with-what I'm guessing is her bff-grabbing my hands and grinding on her ass. I'm drunk horned up-pretty hot-but I was sooooo drunk by the time I actually start dancing. Downing 2 tequilla shots and 2 beers, in an hours time.
Wasted is never good, so I talk shit in her ear...blah blah whatever some lame line about doing laundry. Ugh, what a loser and ask her for her number before the end of the night. She's completely into it. I should have just kissed her. I actually was looking to hook up. Then, like an idiot I pull away mid-hot grind session to go pee. Then I come back and am so wasted I can't remember what she looked like exactly in the sea of women on the dance floor-I didn't see her friend either and I no longer see my co-workers/friends who have my stuff. Panic mode-a) Where's the girl I wanna get laid b) where's my friends so I can get my bag with my money and keys so I can go home and get laid.
Well by the time I wondered to the front of the club-super drunk, I saw them. They were leaving, my operation had decided to pull out before the mission was completed! After the soldiers left I gave in. I didn't see her, well I really couldn't try too hard being so wasted and frustrated that she didn't stay where I left her. So I leave. Alone.Next time I'll hold my pee.
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