Birthdays and Cougars
Last year I went out to the bars with some friends on my birthday, and promptly got plastered enough and somehow ended up ballroom dancing with a cougar at this Middle Eastern restaurant. Last night, a buddy and I went to a Chinese/Communist-themed lounge and met another birthday group, and before I knew it, I was talking to this tall blonde cougar who was practically throwing every signal out in the book (eye contact, laughing at your jokes, stroking my leg, total lack of personal space).
Maybe she was actually moderately attractive, maybe that was the x shots of absinthe talking, but it wasn’t gonna happen. Now I have to hear my buddy saying I shot down my birthday hookup. Maybe she actually bought that I was 29?
Nooooooootttttttttttt
Posted on Monday October 11th
About me
I am just another kid trying to find his place, but four lang of thousands of miles, 4.20 languages, twenty odd years, and several guitars later, I still don't know where that is. But I will keep searching, and maybe I'll start getting an idea. This coil is just brimming with wanderlust. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will.
This here is my little fledgling blog. Equal parts punching bag, confessional, and exhibit, but all thoughtspace. I'm gonna try to play around with layout and content until something works. I've never had one, so we'll see how this experiment goes.
