• Wednesday, April 04, 2007

    Proof Positive.

    So I had this bet with a friend that I wouldn't get hit on by April 1.

    I slapped the shit out of that bitch bet.

    My friend is incredulous and baffled, and somewhat skeptical, it seems.

    But then we went out last night.

    We went to a club for a show, and hit the bar for a beer before the opening act. Three of us, two guys and me. The bartender asked B. what he wanted, and got it. The bartender asked D. what he wanted, and got it. Then the bartender walked away and helped another customer, completely ignoring me. Both of my friends were stunned. "What the fuck was that?"

    To which I smugly replied, "See? Invisible."

    8 Comments:

    At 8:42 PM, Blogger What the Chuck said...

    Hi WG,

    I always knew that I wanted to have sex with an invisible woman.

    Cuz after you close your eyes, there's only the lovely, lovely feel.

    XOXO

    Chuck

     
    At 9:16 PM, Blogger WanderingGirl said...

    He was obviously hitting on your male companions. What an ass.

     
    At 9:34 PM, Blogger George said...

    Asshole ... he was a complete jerk ... I would have asked you first and served it with a smile.

    Be well.

     
    At 10:19 PM, Blogger WryGirl said...

    Yes, exactly. You people are totally correct. I love my blog team. My bleam. My tog. You guys.

     
    At 11:05 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

    I am calling Gay on that one. Gay. Douchebag for sure.

    I woulda bought you a drink :P

     
    At 6:06 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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    At 6:07 PM, Blogger Gadfly said...

    I don't get it.

    Of all the eminently spankable bloggy women I read, you are in the thin rarefied air. Top 3-5 hottest. I mean, if you were my chick, I would NEVER stop fucking you. You'd have to beat me unconscious with a lamp just to get out of bed for a glass of water.

    I don't get it.

    I REALLY don't understand O_o

     
    At 9:14 AM, Blogger Jim said...

    So much for THAT tip . . .

    I don't get it, either, and I worked as a bartender in the distant past. A young, chip-on-his-shoulder George Washington used to come in for rum shooters, that's how long ago it was. You always, always, ALWAYS serve the women first . . . and if you go in as a group, you send the women up to the bar first, so you get attention. George always sent Martha up first . . . damn hot in those dresses, as I recall. Cosmo drinker, I think.

    I'm guessing it was dickhead bartender night, unfortunately for you.

    XO

     

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