logo by Thursday, March 03, 2005
Last night I went to downtown to a night club to see a band called Breaking Benjamin. They rocked. I definitely will have to get one of their CDs. I had been sitting on the fence as to whether I should go see them, but then this weekend I was over at the house of one of my best friends, and his fourteen year-old daughter, upon hearing that I like heavy alternative music and punk rock, asked me if I would take her to see Breaking Benjamin. Her dad ended up not letting her go, saying that she was too young to go downtown to a nightclub, but her interest in the band made me think I should go and check them out even if she wasn't allowed to go with me.
It's too bad she couldn't go, actually, because it would have been fun to go with someone who really likes the music. I can usually convince one of my guy friends to go to these shows, but they usually end up standing in the back, not getting into it, whereas I like to move up closer to the stage and rock out with the rest of the crowd. Not only that, but this girl has a lot of qualities that I like in a girl. I've known her since she was five years old. She is a sweet person and very intelligent, but she's also kind of a little bad-ass with her leather-studded collars, belts, and her hair dyed an unnatural shade of red. If she was ten years older I would probably have quite a crush on her.
The last time I was at this club was a couple weeks ago when I saw Bowling For Soup, and I remember seeing a very cute girl who was watching the band while sitting on the bar (as in, ON the bar, with her legs dangling off the side, as opposed to sitting on a barstool). She looked to be maybe mid-twenties, and she stuck in my mind enough that when I got home I masturbated to her mental image, and then again the next day. Well, imagine my surprise, then, when I saw her again last night, sitting in the same exact place. The fact that she was allowed to sit ON the bar without being told to get off, plus the fact that she was there for both shows made me think that she must work there. I was looking over at her and she smiled back at me, so I went over and asked her if she worked there, but she said no, she just frequents the club a lot. I asked her if it was her I had seen at the Bowling For Soup show and she said yes. If she's there the next time I go, I should try and strike up more of a conversation with her. She definitely likes the same kind of music as me.
Another time last night, I was at the bar ordering a drink when two girls came up next to me to order drinks. It was very crowded, so they had to kind of squeeze in against me, and as they did one of them appologized and said, "Sorry, I'm not trying to feel up your ass or anything," but the other girl said, "Ooh, but I am!" and with that she grabbed one of my ass cheeks and gave it a nice squeeze. "Wow," she said, "You have a nice ass!" and she started to knead it and slide her hands all around. "Uh, thanks," I said, "Funny, isn't it, how a girl can just come up and grab a guy's ass like that, but if I tried to do that to a girl I'd probably get slapped." "I know, it's a shame, isn't it?" she said, and proceeded to order a beer while still feeling me up. "God," she said, "I'd better stop doing this, though. You've probably got a girlfriend lurking around here somewhere." "Well, actually," I said, lifting up my hand so she could see my wedding ring, "She's not here tonight." "Oh!" she said, "So you're probably looking for more than just an ass-squeezing, huh?" But by then she and her friend had gotten their beers and got distracted by something else over on the other side of the bar. By the time I had gotten my change they were gone and I didn't see them again after that. I'm killing myself that I didn't have the presence of mind to grab her ass while I had the chance. Oh well. The next time some girl grabs my ass at a bar I'll be ready.
It's too bad she couldn't go, actually, because it would have been fun to go with someone who really likes the music. I can usually convince one of my guy friends to go to these shows, but they usually end up standing in the back, not getting into it, whereas I like to move up closer to the stage and rock out with the rest of the crowd. Not only that, but this girl has a lot of qualities that I like in a girl. I've known her since she was five years old. She is a sweet person and very intelligent, but she's also kind of a little bad-ass with her leather-studded collars, belts, and her hair dyed an unnatural shade of red. If she was ten years older I would probably have quite a crush on her.
The last time I was at this club was a couple weeks ago when I saw Bowling For Soup, and I remember seeing a very cute girl who was watching the band while sitting on the bar (as in, ON the bar, with her legs dangling off the side, as opposed to sitting on a barstool). She looked to be maybe mid-twenties, and she stuck in my mind enough that when I got home I masturbated to her mental image, and then again the next day. Well, imagine my surprise, then, when I saw her again last night, sitting in the same exact place. The fact that she was allowed to sit ON the bar without being told to get off, plus the fact that she was there for both shows made me think that she must work there. I was looking over at her and she smiled back at me, so I went over and asked her if she worked there, but she said no, she just frequents the club a lot. I asked her if it was her I had seen at the Bowling For Soup show and she said yes. If she's there the next time I go, I should try and strike up more of a conversation with her. She definitely likes the same kind of music as me.
Another time last night, I was at the bar ordering a drink when two girls came up next to me to order drinks. It was very crowded, so they had to kind of squeeze in against me, and as they did one of them appologized and said, "Sorry, I'm not trying to feel up your ass or anything," but the other girl said, "Ooh, but I am!" and with that she grabbed one of my ass cheeks and gave it a nice squeeze. "Wow," she said, "You have a nice ass!" and she started to knead it and slide her hands all around. "Uh, thanks," I said, "Funny, isn't it, how a girl can just come up and grab a guy's ass like that, but if I tried to do that to a girl I'd probably get slapped." "I know, it's a shame, isn't it?" she said, and proceeded to order a beer while still feeling me up. "God," she said, "I'd better stop doing this, though. You've probably got a girlfriend lurking around here somewhere." "Well, actually," I said, lifting up my hand so she could see my wedding ring, "She's not here tonight." "Oh!" she said, "So you're probably looking for more than just an ass-squeezing, huh?" But by then she and her friend had gotten their beers and got distracted by something else over on the other side of the bar. By the time I had gotten my change they were gone and I didn't see them again after that. I'm killing myself that I didn't have the presence of mind to grab her ass while I had the chance. Oh well. The next time some girl grabs my ass at a bar I'll be ready.
