OUT FOR A DRINK

We went for drinks last saturday, and as usual i have many insignificant, but well interpreted stories to tell about the minute by minute happenings of my travel to the bar, in the bar, out the bar, and wherever else.

Once again, i love myself.

I left my house, half a dozen msn windows open in convo's with random chicks who actually came to me from a fair dating site i posted some photos on and where i wrote a nice intro DHV, i love that they love me, and they love me ! So it's cool for everyone, i'll keep the juicy details for another post though. I was in the midst of taking care of a dozen things at home too with my over exhausted father coming home from approximately 28 hours of work with 1 hour of sleep and of course in this situation i better stfu and do as he says.

Soon thereafter, i find a brief moment for myself to dress up appropriately and slip away through the basement door, in the comfort of -10 temperatures. Believe me when i say that saturday's weather paled in comparison to some of last weeks, especially in my new so fucking warm jacket !

By this time i'm already walking down my street to the bus stop, just to be welcomed by a hot young quebecoise admiring me like a prey his prize! All to whisper to me a couple of words that i do not make sense of immediately, i keep on walking, and i notice that she is still looking at me/staring so i turn around and force a smile as to say whats up, "Welcome to quebec" she says in such an innocent tone.

For a second there i stood hesitating to punish her for a racist comment i expected to come out of her mouth next, only to hear her say how she loves it with the snowflakes, and pretty banquets of snow all over.. then again i smiled, and i left her discoursing alone.

Then again, even if it was a racist remark she made, why, and how would i have punished her? all i really wanted was to force my huge dick and balls up her fresh and clean pussy. But seeing how that would have made her happy i don't count that as punishment, so much as it is a reward.

Anyways, i did not exploit this situation, don't ask me why, if i knew how i would have. I think it's all this speak of exams coming up this week, and my habit of putting my mind in a schizoid state during these supposed times of work.

One loss, i could at least have had a semi entertaining conversation for the 5 minutes during which i waited for my bus.

Big deal, life goes on, right about now i'm waiting for the metro and hearing announcements through the speaker that it's going to be late! "...un incident...". So to spice things up obviously i'm hoping for the worse unfortunately the wait is so long i feel no longer entertained by contemplating exotic accidents. And not even a hot chick to ogle at in sight.. Eventually the metro comes and some cops are searching the first car for evidence of whatever happened.

Finally i make it outside peel to walk down in what seems to be a fairly animated st. catherines! Quite a surprise as it seems i haven't been going out at the right times these days. I didn't feel the same vibe as before.

Of course, two random hot excited, innocent blonde chicks come to me asking if their lips look fine... i fail to play with that. Let me note first that i've read on some forums how a lack of testosterone affects reactions very much, i can say it's quite that. The problem is that i have high testosterone levels, but that i know when i use them in my reactions, .. the reactions are not natural and are only intelligible composites of other reactions i have observed from observation rather than experience. This makes for very aggressive, sometimes incongruent things coming out of my mouth. I should have just kissed them and forget about the rest.

i still have to write about everything else that happened this night, but i guess that can wait.