Uni-Party
I’d say something about it but I’m tired and so much happened, so I’ll just list the parts where I looked good (quite a few):
Me: Where do you live?
Her: Far away…
Me: Look if this is going to be some kind of “I’m a princess” story (aka girl DHV) I’m not listening.
Her: Can I sit down? (gestures to a chair with a wider girth than mine)
Me: Sure, you need the space anyway.
Her: Where do you come from?
Me: Me? I’m from Malaysia.
Her: You don’t quite look like an Asian.
Me: Yeah, well you look like a Tanzanian to me, to be honest. (she’s a 8/10 German babe)
Me: Hey, I got a question for you (pulls girl away from her boyfriends, I know bad form) – which of us is the better dancer?
(me and my friend both dance)
Her: Both of you are equally good.
Me: Look, you can only have one of us at any single time you know. Quality over quantity, ever heard of it?
Her: You want a piece of me huh? You want a piece of me?
Me: Uh, no, not really.
Her: Fuck you!
Me: Hey, let’s dance (gets guy’s girl to dance)
(dance)
Me: OK, you pass. Go back and tell him he’s a lucky guy.
And I botched this up. I saw this really nice German girl, walking along following a boy, and our eyes met. I said hi. She stopped walking and turned her hips towards me. Fluff talk. Then I said:
Me: I think Germans are very sexy.
Her: weird look on her face
I took that as a bad sign, so I bailed out.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HATE MYSELF FOR BAILING OUT TOO EARLY!!!!
And that’s about it. The techno turned to pop, so I lost it. I couldn’t say shit anymore. So I left. Sorry to the guys who brought me along, thanks for the experience! I’ll make sure it’s worth your time next time…
EDIT: Fucked up in more ways than one. Fuck fuck fuck…
