Confessions of A Naughty Girl

He Blew It

Last night I ran into a friend-of-a-friend who is hot and plays in a pretty decent band. He bought me shots and gave me neck-swiveling stares the whole time, but after some polite conversation, could not close the deal. Not that I would have gone home with him (I really wouldn't - I think I'm sort of past that stage in the game, or at least not in a go-home-with-random phase), but here I was, entertaining the fantasy of being serenaded in a crowded smoky bar by Adam, the hot guitar player, and that fantasy fell flat on its face when he choked.

I left with my friends and turned around quickly to make sure I didn't leave anything at the bar, and his friends were - literally - smacking him in the arm and rolling their eyes, with looks of, "You moron, you really f$#ked that up" on their faces. Classic.

What a weiner.

posted by KA @ 4:29 PM