Monday, September 26, 2005

SOME men are wankers! The one to which I refer is the 49 year old wanker I had dinner with on Friday.

Saturday morning the Wanker calls me and asks if I want to go to breakfast...WTF? I say no. He asks if I'm mad at him, to which I reply yes and start to ask him why he walked out when he just hung up.
Saturday night my friend Lori and I went to the Pit for Fiesta night. The wanker was there. He started buying us shots and beers almost the moment we walked in. After about two rounds he comes over and says that he knows I'm mad but he isn't sure why. D'uh, hello... you walked out on the date while I was in the bathroom (moron). His excuse was that he was really drunk and just had to leave right then. The rest of the night he kept buying my friend and I drinks and trying to hang on me. I hardly spoke to him, wouldn't dance with him, let him know (when he kept trying to put his arms around me) that we were not out on a date, and fluttered around the bar like I usually do.
Around 9 p.m. the worlds worst DJ (hired just for Fiesta night) began playing music. Wanker was acting an even bigger asshole. About 9:30 L's cute brother E showed up, by around 10 p.m. the DJ had gotten the boot. Around 11:30 p.m. wanker announces that he was leaving, L and I say goodbye and thank you for the drinks as he walks off in a huff. I spy him awhile later in the pool room. 1 a.m. L and I leave for another bar, as we are walking out, wanker sarcastically says bye, thanks. At 1:40 a.m. he calls me and says "Thanks for taking advantage of me two nights in a row" then hangs up.
What a fucking immature wanker! I had seriously considered giving him a piece of my mind the next time I run into him. I think that I will just ignore him from now on, if he ever tries to buy me a drink again, I'll just refuse it or send it back.
I never get shit like this from the young ones.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:35 AM

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