Rants

2/21/01
     Last night I went out to the Black Dog, a bar in Fort Worth, to have a beer and wait for my boyfriend (Mark) to meet me. Normally if I don't know most of the people there and don't feel like getting chatted up by anyone, I will simply put out those 'don't even try it' vibes. Well lets just say my vibes must have been invisible last night.

     It was almost time for Mark to get there, and this guy comes up and says "HI, where are you from?" I answer, and the inevitable string of questioning follows...blah blah blah. He started questioning me about my job and rudely inquiring about how much I make a week. Then he goes on to brag about how he makes MUCH more then me as a sales person for some cable service. I am like...wow how great for you. He kept on trying to 'sell me' on it like he was some kind of head hunter or something. I explained that I like what I do (tech support) and I am a TERRIBLE sales person, I wouldn't like my job if I did that. He just wouldn't stop trying to change my mind! I was at wits end with him already and then he started being 'mr. touchy feely guy'. He was all hands, and all about grazing my body parts 'by accident' as he was fanatically gesturing while he spoke. I swear not even the New York City Italians I knew up north were this touchy feely. By the end of the painfully long 4 minute conversation I actually had my arm up deffensively against him as if I was practacing karate. I mean DAMN this guy couldn't take a hint! At one point in all this I was so sick of him that I had my head in my crossed arms and was banging my head against the bar. lol! HELLO?!!! DON'T LIKE YOU...GO AWAY!

     Thank god Mark showed up and I all but jumped in his lap and made a huge production out of greeting him as a boyfriend, all kisses and hugs. Then the little feely guy had the nerve to put his arm around me and say "Is this the boyfriend?" I gave him my best 'evil death darts glare from hell' and said "yes" while rubbing Mark's back under his shirt so the dork could see it all. (Mark unfortunatly missed this part.) But the little shit went away, so I figured everything was fine. I mean who would be stupid enough to fuck with Mark? He is big, hot, very athletic, and extreamly protective of me. (Also quite well trained in the martial arts, but I guess you can't tell that by looking at someone.) So anyway, apparently this guy IS that stupid, which I should have guessed already! He came back about 20 minutes later, taps Mark on the shoulder and says to me: "My friend over there told me that you like him better then this guy." *he points at my boyfriend* I almost spit out my beer! I mean really!!!?...his friend told him blah blah blah about me? I know neither of these people from Adam and just how high school teeny bopper chick can you get anyway? BARTENDER CHECK THEIR ID'S!!! I ask him what the fuck he is trying to say, and his freind comes up and starts calling ME a lieing bitch! I was about to start punching I was SO mad, and my boyfriend who knows nothing of whats going on is about to go postal on these two dip shits. After Mark asked them if there is a problem, and explained that I am his girlfriend, and if there is any problem to just let him know as he stood up towering over them both, they went away. *grin* However didn't leave, no they had to have a staring match with Mark for a while from across the bar. (guy thing?) After about 20 mins I guess my b/f won the staring contest cause they left with there scrawney little tails between there legs.

     What I don't get is why this guy and even his buddy thought that after a 4 min. conversation with me about selling fucking cable service, that the little shit ownes me? He never even really 'hit' on me, yes, he was touchy feely...but not once did he flirt or even do anything that resembled flirting. Am I obligated to start every conversation with "I have a boyfriend, my name is Kina and I am from NY?" Mark thought I should have told him to just flat out go away from the begining and that men don't know how to take hints. But why do I have to be a bitch just so some sheisty car salesman type guy can get the hint that I REALLY don't want to go home with him? He never asked me to! Oh well, I guess I don't understand men, let alone boys (like this one was) at all.

^v^ Kina ^v^