I’m still up. I can’t quite believe it myself. After the 2 all-nighters I’ve already pulled this week working, insomnia is a cruel joke. It probably has to do with the eventful evening I had.
I had a date. Honestly, I just started going on those again. And I mean JUST. As in, this was my first real date since before I met my ex-wife. You know what happens after the initial sparks. Fizzzzzzz… so it’s been probably close to 10 years now. Wow. It feels weird to say that anything happened 10 years ago (especially when I work under an undisclosed age!), but I digress.
So a gentleman I know from MySpace took me out to dinner and then to the Oxwood Inn, which on Saturdays hosts a transgender nite. This is the kind of place that attracts everyone along the so-called gender-queer spectrum, but one girl in particular chooses to profess herself as a ‘role model of the transgender community.’ Chaa. Ok. One night I put her on blast for it as well as for her cock-teasing and compliment fishing… and an enemy was born. I’m sorry but I’m from Boston. I’ve had to adjust my radar but now I can pick out an L.A. fake from MILES away and this girl’s signal was off the scale!
Anyway, the incident happened over a month ago and we’ve seen each other a bunch of times since then. Tonight she decided, out of the blue, that she would send her date into the club to tell me not to go outside. So what do you think I did? I went the fuck outside! I didn’t look at her. I didn’t talk to her. I didn’t acknowledge her existence, so what does she do?
She walks right up to me and slaps me as hard as she can right in the face. As she would say annoyingly, ‘how DARE you?’ In this case though, it’s more like ‘why would you?’ She’s short and round and slow. I’m thin and quick and have at least 6 inches on her, plus most people know I’m a pretty tough bitch. So what do I do?
If you guessed that I laughed in her face, you get a gold star. I just smiled and waved as security took her away. I bet she’s home right now cowering about my potential retaliation. I didn’t have her arrested so maybe I have something else in mind? Who knows?!
But if I REALLY wanted to put her on blast I could just direct you to her YouTube video in which, in her usual drunken state she declares, ‘you’re gonna know me America!’ I wouldn’t do something like that though, would I? I’m a good girl. A little crazy but generally good.
Highlights: my date was a really, really sweet man. I wasn’t sure about him because he seemed rude on the phone, but it was because he doesn’t hear well. Perfectly legitimate excuse. Dinner was excellent (gourmet pizza!) as were the drinks, company, and extended company for breakfast. I also got to meet Dr. Alice Novic, author of Adventures in Genderland. Goddess is she a sweet woman. I’m astounded that she’s a part-time girl. She’s so beautiful! Soft, pretty voice and all. Who knows? Another date like this and I might let him suck me!
And then I come home and lo and behold: preview pics are already up on BuddyWood.com! *sigh* That means more promotion. Ugh! Do me a favor and check out Buddy’s blog so maybe now I can get some goddamn sleep! Thanks in advance – I’m exhausted!
~BB~
July 5, 2009 at 9:02 am -
Bella the pics are superb. And good for you taking the high road , that makes you a classy lady. Bye Bella
July 5, 2009 at 9:05 am -
Or a crazy bitch. Depends on whom you ask.
~BB~
July 15, 2009 at 9:47 pm -
Ha! Yes it was a good time, despite the face-slapping incident. Next time, let’s go to an actual restaurant instead of ordering in for pizza. Maybe Romano’s Macaroni Grill, best spaghetti on the planet. And a movie? There are a couple I’d like to go see. Have a good rest-of-the-week.