It's all coming back to me... Part II

I've asked around and most girls do not have the appalling things said to them that is to me. No, they get sweet endearing comments from guys with or without good intentions.

"Hello"
"How are you"
"I don't know if you fucking care, but my name's Ian"

are to name a few... no.. I get

"Do you like being thrown up against the wall or being bent over?"

I suppose we can't say he's not direct but this approach didn't work for him nonetheless.... I'm still pondering why he feels it is ok to utter such comments after knowing me for all of 5 minutes. These thoughts are fleeting and really didn't get reproached until I was sitting in a fountain sunday afternoon (story to come on that!) when a belly dancer walks into the beer garden and starts performing for us...

Indeed it would have been interesting to find out if she was only walking by, loaded up on coke & was ready to party but I declined on such a bet made by Darren & recounted instead that it reminded me of a stripper that I saw just the night before.. yes, in a flash I remembered that I went to the Penthouse.

Eli, being the gracious host that he is, had plenty of Fireball to go around. For those of you that don't know, it's cinimon whiskey (so good!) Yes, so that coupled with the Wine, the Beer, the Martinis & the Shooters of Tequila some how made me forget that I sat gyno row in one of the scuzziest strip bars in Vancouver... Oh, I'm sorry, they've cleaned it up. However, I fail to see how a coat of paint & wiping down the chairs just enough to sit down really cleans up a C-list strip bar but I obviously didn't have any qualms with that Saturday night.

To make a long story longer... this all ties together because you see, "direct man" is also a cop that was on patrol saturday night. As I was entering the Penthouse saturday night, he was also going in to do a check... I could have just snuck in & sat in the corner... but no.. I have to frantically wave & yell

"Calvin! Calvin! remember me!!!!! Vanessa's friend?? HI!!!!!!"
"Ya, we're just going in for a show right now..."

The look of fear across his face should tip me off. I guess demure isn't working for me after all.