Honestly, I had the worst night last night. I think that I go out so rarely these days that I expect really great things when I do finally manage to make plans. But last night was not just a disappointment but honestly a bad idea.
I was supposed to meet a friend for a drink and a chat. Thats easy, right? Pretty low-key. So how did it all go so tragically wrong? I don't want to get into details but let's just say that a good night out for me does not normally include getting licked (I guess, a good night in might include licking?). Whatever, I don't want to turn this into a debate about when licking your companion is appropriate but suffice it to say, I wound up at midnight sitting on the terrace of a cafe having a much needed last drink by myself. Luckily there was a Swiss optical equipment salesman (SOES) sitting next to me with nothing to talk about (surprise surprise), but who was totally willing to listen to me pour out the whole pathetic story.
Bad for you, however, my dear readers, because I have already got it out of my system and do not want to go through it again.
One funny thing though. When people ask me what I do, I've gotten into the habit of saying "Nothing". At first it was just to avoid saying "Housewife." because, really why not just say, "I'm boring. Go talk to someone else." Now I've realized that actually its the best answer. People get the idea that I am either an heiress or a kept woman. Awesome. This guy was totally running with it and since I will never see him again and was in the mood for at least a bit of fun before my carriage turned into a pumpkin and I had to go home, I did sort of egg him on. But its funny how easy it is to simply say true things in a way that gives a totally distorted version of reality. For example: he asks "So, what do you do for money?" answer "I get out my credit card." True, completely true. And yet, when accompanied by a quizzical look, it sort of suggests total detattachement from the everyday life of the poor working man. This is what I am reduced to. I am a bit ashamed of myself.
Still, when put in the context of the whole terrible night, I think my bad was nothing. The real question is, Why are boys so awful?