How I Got Screwed Without Putting Out...

It's funny how you leave high school and you hear from people what they thought of you or who you were. I've learned over the course of the past 12 years about many people's perceptions of me, rumours, and secrets. On the rumour front I have heard that I was apparently, quite the "entertainer" but recently also learned from someone that he didn't hang with me because I was apparently frigid because I was religious. I told Lola that last week & she was quick to point out that no, I wasn't frigid... (thanks) but as it seems to show no matter who you were talking to, I was thumpin' sumpin'.

So based on this vague description of myself is it really surprising to find out what happened to me at Stampede?

Some people think I deserved what happened. Tito claims he warned me dude was an asshole... However, I feel to see how waving good bye & yelling "have fun" is a warning. I missed the memo that day on the change of signals.

It's a classic tale of drunk girl meets drunk guy in bar & are attracted to each other. Nic & Sandra did say they didn't like them but I blew it off as someone gave them sass & they so they don't like the person. He was nice to me. He helped break up Jimmy pop's fight & calm him down. I thought how bad could he be. So after I sent Sandra on her way to Jam's w/ her guy (entertainment for all, later) and lost Nic. I was pretty much left w/ Oil Rigger.

Tito was available for comment but as mentioned earlier he told me to have fun. As he puts it, he likes to be supportive of his friends getting laid. However, that was never my intention. I wasn't even planning on leaving with him but as the end of the evening was drawing closer I mention that I would like to spend more time with him but I made it clear that I didn't have any sexual intentions. Course, in my opionion, the guy is thinking Ya ya, sure... But no he agreed as he just wanted to get out of the bar cuz his ears were ringing & just wanted to sit down. Cool.

So we left, grabbed a cab & headed to his buddy's place as that was where his truck was. Once we got there we decided to go inside. We were hanging out downstairs for a while when I point out that I was getting tired (HEY! it's like 2 am & I've been out since noon). So we decided to go upstairs to crash. He promises that he will be a gentleman. It still hasn't occurred to me that we're at his friend's place & not Oil Rigger's. But it probably didn't cross my mind as Oil Rigger had been drinking as well and probably shouldn't drive.

I'm not going to say there wasn't any touching but it was pretty PG. I halted any further advances and suggested that we should go to sleep. He DID seem a little taken a back but was fine with it and we drifted off. A little while later, my phone goes off & see that Nick wanted to know if I was still partying... um. no... I go back to sleep and wake up about an hour later & notice that OR's not there. I fail to remember if he was there when I awoke to check my phone. I fixed myself up & headed out of the bedroom, down the stairs & out the front to find out...

THE BUGGAR TOOK OFF ON ME!

Yup, his truck was gone. I was floored. He had not only left the bedroom door open but he left the front door ajar too as it made the bing bong noise when it closed. So in fear that he'd wake me, he snuck out of the house in the middle of the night abandoning me at his friends place in God knows where Calgary.

Seeing as I hadn't met his friend who owned the house I am now wandering around in, I didn't know what to do. I really don't want to go knock on his bedroom door & wake him up. So instead, I'm downstairs rifling through his office looking for any mail that may tell me the address to where I was. I had tried looking out the street but seeing as it was a new subdivision, there wasn't any street signs erected. Turns out I was in Lake Chapparel.. where's that? Well, it's the most Southern part of Calgary. Ya, there was Buddy's subdivision & then Nothing.

So after a half hour wait and a 50 dollar cab ride (There's nothing better then being on the opposite side of the city from where you are staying) all I can say to Oil Rigger is .... touché.