March 8th, 2002. Friday
This is basically an email, slightly modified, sent to Jen in DC, who requested an entertaining, or at least a diversion, preferably one that featured people falling down.To Jenny G:
So yesterday, Dylan and I went down to Great Lakes. There was an unusually high amount of attractive girlies out. I didn't talk to any of them. Though I did make conversation with these two girls that I'd seen there literally a hundred times. I told them i felt like we'd gone to highschool together but never spoke. So I thought we should at least know each other's names. Betsy and Paula. Paula really looks like a "Paula." Anyway, I was cracking their shit up, when I turn around and find this asian girl in a little cow-patterned coat standing right behind me. I had noticed her and her friend earlier sitting a ways down the bar and mentioned to Dylan it was a shame they weren't more attractive, cos I had an easy in with the whole Asian thing. Anyway, she didn't speak english so well, and I couldn't really understand what she was saying, or even her name, except that she thought I was Korean. Actually, she was hoping I was Korean. She thought I was Japanese. She was Korean. I was kind of a jerk. But amusing. Everytime she said something, like "My parents are very strict," or "I only really have Korean friends," I responded "That doesn't surprise me." And it didn't. Typical Korean behavior. I think I did that at least ten times. Anyway, her friend was very, very drunk, and later made a big commotion falling off her stool, thudding loudly on the floor. There's your falling. Lots of people staring at these two foreign chicks. Toward the end of the evening, when they had decided to sit next to me at the bar, the fallen friend was all drunk and sick and really wanted to go home. So she told her friend, in a slurred Korean accent, and right in front of me, "I'm tired and he's Chinese." That was one of the funniest things I've heard in a long time. The other girl was all apologetic, and kept telling me how many Chinese friends she had. Then kept telling me how she never approached people in bars but really liked me, then started hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. And for a brief moment, i thought, "I wonder if I could go home with both these girls?" that woulda been something. When I asked the girl who didn't like Chinese people her name, she said her name was too complicated to say or spell in her condition. That was a first, but also a relief, since I had a lot of trouble with the first girl's name. Since I couldn't understand their names, I told them I'd give them new names. The drunken friend I named Tammi, which she seemed ok with, and the other one I named Rose. Where I came up with that, I have no idea. She wasn't too fond of it. Tammi also persistently did things that embarrassed Rose, like constantly telling how stupid I was or something, thinking I didn't realize that Rose was coming on to me hot and heavy. Koreans...
So while this was going on, that girl Connie, the drummer with the boyfriend, showed up and sat at the far end of the bar, directly opposite me. There is, something passive-agressive, acrimonious indifference between us. I'd stopped calling her months ago and I guess she didn't respond well to that and felt like she had to go on the offensive, and we'd just stopped talking long ago. Anyway, I thought she'd called me yesterday for some reason. And there she was in the bar. We didn't speak, but obviously saw each other. Then guys kept coming up to me, saying she had told them that I would give them Dylan's cigarettes. So I asked them to tell her I wanted her to buy me a beer. She gave me like 8 bucks, but i gave it back. Then she left. She gave me a hard stare on her way out. It was a little weird. The Great Lakes chickens coming home to roost, if you will.
So while THAT was going on, this girl heather, a half black girl who I work with at night, came in. i saw her last week, and she kind of has a thing for me. I had to give her my phone number last week. She hadn't called but said she was thinking about calling. I don't like her in that way. But she was drunk, and would not let up. She kept saying things like "How do single girls ask guys out?" Over and over and over. Everytime I started talking to someone else, she'd say something like "Can we get back to our conversation now? And ask me the same question again. Then she's playing with my hair, groping my arms, etc. Everytime I turned to talk to the korean girls, who along with Heather had long scared off Betsy, who I was sort of interested in talking to, Heather would turn to Dylan and say something like "I wish those bitches would get lost," or something. Anyway, I was all embarrassed, because it looked like I was holding court or something, with all these weird girls. Girls I had no interest in whatsoever, who scared off the one girl I might've enjoyed talking to. That's why I don't like meeting people in Great Lakes. I love that bar, but I there sometimes the odd or freaky experience that makes it extra weird, because that's like my home bar. I have to see the same people there all the time, and there's only so many times you can act like a fool and still be able to show your face somewhere. Plus, I didn't want to make the gay bartender jealous. He kinda likes me. Though lately he seems a lot more interested in Caryn's friend Nate. Bitch. Though he did say that he had a big crush on Connie, or some girl who he thought was Connie. But it was "safe" for him to say so, since he was gay. And poor Dylan was stuck talking to Heather and her gay friend all night, prompting him to deride her as a "prototypical fag-hag" when we got home. He gave me a small piece of his mind for abandoning him. Though he said he did enjoy talking to the gay friend.
It was really weird. I had more girls come up to me yesterday than i have in the last two or three years. But so far I only seem to attract the foreigners or the weirdos? Heather, Connie, and of course the Koreans all also seem to have things for Asian boys, from what they told me. Anyway, sorry this was so long. I'm bored. I think I'm just going to use the majority of this for the webpage. Sorry there wasn't more falling down in the story. But the one fall was pretty grand. Lousy Koreans.
More Asian news- Rodzilla's brother read my entry about Google yesterday, and she forwarded me a link to an article he found about Google and their little logo art. It's done by one guy. Another Korean! And he didn't do anything for the Chinese New Year. How about that? Anyway, you can read the little article here, if this sort of thing actually interests you.
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