last night

in this seedy Irish pub, a woman who looked like that Sex in the City lead char, what's her name walked up to me and told me she didnt like me. I told her I didnt like her, or her runny mascara or her perfume stinking up my night and interfering with the aroma of my Marlboro cigarette. She called me a fag-- this as her best friend was groping me like a wanton trollop. Any way, this crap went on till the bar closed. Her friend told me she was just mad because her BF had left her for his Ex so with said ammunition I told her ' you only wish I was a fag becasue then you'd have a good reason for me not to try to take you to bed, but since you couldnt please your ex boyfriend, why dont you go kick rocks sweetheart.

Pissed, she started shoving me out of the bar. I was like, 'OK then, show me your tits if you think I'm gay.'

And she did.
And damned if I didnt fall in love...

This morning when I woke up, I didnt mind her perfume so much.