My Views on Friday Night

Dave was avoiding me all night as well as the girls, I was hounding Dave the whole time to do some talking and the cunt was just standing there looking scared.

There is no better place to find high quality(intelligent AND beautiful) female chics, and he was wasting it all.

Anyway, I had plenty fun talking up random ppl, but of course, after a few mins of talking my mind would always drift elsewhere... so it was all very pointless in the end. My highlight of the night was me buying this relatively goodly looking indian chic a drink. Now, as the club was ultra crowded, and as she was a dental also, 1st yr tho(i think), I didn't want to be too obvious and drag her to the bar. So instead I went to buy the drink myself. Except there were so many bloody ppl that it took ages for them to serve me, and when I finally got it, I found out she had gone elsewhere. Which I must say was relatively annoying. So anyway, I'm asking her friends where she went and they seem even more enthusiatic than me, "go find her! she's upstairs! and she's single!" they sed.

So anyway, upstairs I went, and many ppl there were also, then I realised that it had been so long since I last talkd to her(15 mins or so) that I had forgotten what she looked like, which was kinda pointless. So back down the stairs I went, this was when I made the realisation that I didn't remember anything about the 7-8 chics I had talkd to earlier in the night either. Was it intoxication or was it simply disinterest, woteva the reason, I gave up. I tried pushing the now unwanted drink to this other 1st yr chic, but she had had enough so eventually I just left it on the coffee table.

Then Dave comes up to me looking all excited, and he's pointing to this blonde(i think). He had been telling me of his woes of not chatting up this really good looking white chic who looked like Anh(the one that tripped him I think, he was obsessing abt her all night), so I figured, well well, that would be her then. Moreover, it would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of the unwanted drink(bourbon+coke btw). So I walk upto her and go, "Hi, bla bla, oh, ur in med...bla bla(usual starting chitchat)." Then I say, "See that guy over there(pointing to Dave), he thinks your really cute and bought you this drink. Will you accept it?" And she looks at me all giggly, and goes "nah, I'm sorry, but I've had too much to drink and I gotta go home".

So yeh, the drink never got passed on, eventually, it sat on the pool table and someone knocked it onto the ground causing splinters of glass to go everywhere. At least it went out with a bang.(as in the sound, it was looking for the other bang tho ;-) ).

So I'm there wondering, did I just get rejected, or did Dave just get rejected...hmmm, interesting question. If one buys a drink for someone on behalf of someone else, and gets rejected, does one person get rejected, or both. I conclude that it was Dave who got rejected just to make myself feel happier.

But of course, later on I found out that wasn't even the chic he liked, so once agn, it was a pointless excercise.