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40cakesSo at the last minute last night, I decided to join fellow Fabio lovers ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prettykate and zuppy28 on their trip to a Village bar called The Fat Black Pussycat (hence the subject line. We tittered over the idea of "Hey, if we get lost, we can call 411 and ask where the Big Black Vagina is! Snicker! We're 12!"). Nice little out of the way place, if you don't mind a little crowding and almost getting stabbed in the head with the butt end of pool cues. Met Matt and George and Rose and other girl whose name I don't remember and guy with long hair and beard whose name I also don't remember. Everyone was lovely, even if I couldn't always hear the conversation.
The place played a mix of old school and new hip-hop, with music videos on big screens to match. We were rocking out, as much as a group of seated people can shake their moneymakers, when this Bill Gates-looking fellow approaches with his beer.
It is important at this point to mention that the song playing is that milkshake song (My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, they're like, it's better than yours). Because his pickup line as he approaches is "Did you know this song has sexual connotations?"
Wow, man. How do you do that voodoo that you do so well?
Attempt to make him scurry #1: I am a strong, sexually educated woman who isn’t going to giggle because you said naughty things.
“Yes. For oral sex.”
I forgot if he said anything to that, because then Kate and I were doing a back and forth over what the connotations were. I thought it was oral sex because, um, milkshake. You have to suck really hard to get it through the straw. And when I heard that explained to me, it made perfect sense. Kate thought it was about boobies, since they make milk and many of the girls in the video were certainly shaking them. The world may never know.
Sadly, this didn’t work, and he still lingered, despite us ignoring him. He pointed out the charm on my necklace and asked what it was.
Attempt to make him scurry #2: I am bizarre. What? It worked in high school.
“It’s C. It’s for cookie. And that’s good enough for me.”
“Uh huh.” He thought it was funny. “What’s your name?”
“Sally.”
And then he hung around some more while I ignored him.
Attempt to make him scurry #3: No man from New York City would pick me up based on this information.
“So, are you a Red Sox fan?”
“No, are you?”
”Yeah, I love them!”
“…are you from Massachusetts?”
”No, I was born and raised in Chelsea!”
“How is a girl from New York a Red Sox fan?”
“What can I say, I gotta root for the underdog!”
“Huh. Well, I’m a Mets fan.”
SHIT! No wonder you’re a douchebag!
“You gotta hand it to the Red Sox, though, they won the World Series.”
Attempt to make him scurry #4: I’m taken and I’m not wanting to flirt with you, dude.
“Yeah, my boyfriend was real pissed when the Red Sox beat the Yankees last year.”
“Oh he was? Heh. You still seeing him?”
”YES.”
“Oh. That’s too bad. Out at a bar, lots of good looking people to meet.”
”Mm hmm.”
AND THEN HE WENT AWAY. YAY!
Later in the evening, he came back and tried to hit on Stacy. Luckily we were leaving, and didn't have to play round two.
>^..^<
UPDATE: Here are pictures from our night out, including this guy.
prettykate and zuppy28 on their trip to a Village bar called The Fat Black Pussycat (hence the subject line. We tittered over the idea of "Hey, if we get lost, we can call 411 and ask where the Big Black Vagina is! Snicker! We're 12!"). Nice little out of the way place, if you don't mind a little crowding and almost getting stabbed in the head with the butt end of pool cues. Met Matt and George and Rose and other girl whose name I don't remember and guy with long hair and beard whose name I also don't remember. Everyone was lovely, even if I couldn't always hear the conversation.The place played a mix of old school and new hip-hop, with music videos on big screens to match. We were rocking out, as much as a group of seated people can shake their moneymakers, when this Bill Gates-looking fellow approaches with his beer.
It is important at this point to mention that the song playing is that milkshake song (My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, they're like, it's better than yours). Because his pickup line as he approaches is "Did you know this song has sexual connotations?"
Wow, man. How do you do that voodoo that you do so well?
Attempt to make him scurry #1: I am a strong, sexually educated woman who isn’t going to giggle because you said naughty things.
“Yes. For oral sex.”
I forgot if he said anything to that, because then Kate and I were doing a back and forth over what the connotations were. I thought it was oral sex because, um, milkshake. You have to suck really hard to get it through the straw. And when I heard that explained to me, it made perfect sense. Kate thought it was about boobies, since they make milk and many of the girls in the video were certainly shaking them. The world may never know.
Sadly, this didn’t work, and he still lingered, despite us ignoring him. He pointed out the charm on my necklace and asked what it was.
Attempt to make him scurry #2: I am bizarre. What? It worked in high school.
“It’s C. It’s for cookie. And that’s good enough for me.”
“Uh huh.” He thought it was funny. “What’s your name?”
“Sally.”
And then he hung around some more while I ignored him.
Attempt to make him scurry #3: No man from New York City would pick me up based on this information.
“So, are you a Red Sox fan?”
“No, are you?”
”Yeah, I love them!”
“…are you from Massachusetts?”
”No, I was born and raised in Chelsea!”
“How is a girl from New York a Red Sox fan?”
“What can I say, I gotta root for the underdog!”
“Huh. Well, I’m a Mets fan.”
SHIT! No wonder you’re a douchebag!
“You gotta hand it to the Red Sox, though, they won the World Series.”
Attempt to make him scurry #4: I’m taken and I’m not wanting to flirt with you, dude.
“Yeah, my boyfriend was real pissed when the Red Sox beat the Yankees last year.”
“Oh he was? Heh. You still seeing him?”
”YES.”
“Oh. That’s too bad. Out at a bar, lots of good looking people to meet.”
”Mm hmm.”
AND THEN HE WENT AWAY. YAY!
Later in the evening, he came back and tried to hit on Stacy. Luckily we were leaving, and didn't have to play round two.
>^..^<
UPDATE: Here are pictures from our night out, including this guy.
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Date: 2005-04-07 03:41 pm (UTC)I am posting them in minutes!
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Date: 2005-04-07 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-07 04:00 pm (UTC)>^..^
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Date: 2005-04-07 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-07 03:51 pm (UTC)>^..^
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Date: 2005-04-07 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-07 04:51 pm (UTC)Except for the Mets Fan = Douchebag part. We're not all douches.
Could be worse.
Coulud be Philly fans.
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Date: 2005-04-07 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-07 05:14 pm (UTC)I almost got my ass kicked at the new park last year
but there were more Mets fans in the stands than Phillies fans! LOLOLOL!
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Date: 2005-04-07 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-07 05:06 pm (UTC)Good times.
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Date: 2005-04-07 05:07 pm (UTC)SHIT! No wonder you’re a douchebag!
Fantastic.
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Date: 2005-04-07 06:07 pm (UTC)