Saturday May 17th, 2003
Three of clubs
I've gotten a bit of e-mail from people from L.A. who want a little more detail about where I go out. For those people I'll give a little more detail as long as it won't mess with me getting a girl or lead to public harassment. (For example, I'm not going to tell you where my gym is or if things go well with another "Laundry girl" type I won't write enough for her to figure me out again.) That said last night I went out with some people to a bar called, "The three of clubs." If you ever wanted a sausage party with watered down drinks, I know a place.
I went as the third wheel to a friend of mine and his girlfriend. She said it was a cool atmosphere with lots of girls. I'm still not sure if she was delusional or just plain lied. When we walked in the place was dead. So dead that they weren't letting people go to the dance floor, tables, or the other bar because they wanted to create the illusion that it wasn't as empty. After sitting for an hour and having a seven dollar rum and coke with less alcohol in it than shaving cream, they opened the other room and I got to watch a large gangsta looking DJ covered in tattoos start his set with "Boys don't cry." (Admittedly the most entertaining portion of the night.) I tried talking to three different girls but it's a little difficult to be witty when you have to repeat yourself three times over the latest hit by Flock of Seaguls.
I'm thinking about starting smoking. Not that I want to die of cancer or stink up my cloths, but for the chicks. I walked out with my friend who smokes and started up a conversation with two girls standing out front. I was trying to be careful not to say anything offensive. The last thing I wanted was another gym girl story. They seemed generally not interested and went back inside. I then had a ten minute conversation with my friend about how I was boring and I shouldn't restrain myself. I've gotten about thirty e-mails telling me that I crossed the line with the gym girl and I don't want to repeat that mistake. I guess any jokes or conversations that involve little mike will be saved for the third date from now on, if that ever happens.Related articles:
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