So I lived though my birthday. Nothing really eventful happened. Just a normal weekend of:
1. Drinking large amounts of tequila
2. Going to an 80’s bar
3. Getting a lap dance
4. Dumping J
1. Drinking large amounts of tequila
2. Going to an 80’s bar
3. Getting a lap dance
4. Dumping J
5. Sleeping on the floor next to my bed
I don’t understand…why would J get all weird about me getting a lap dance…I’m just sitting there minding my own business when some naked girl is straddling me. I did not ask her to do this. Who am I to tell her to leave. I am a nice guy and after all, I am at her business establishment. Who knows, she could be from a foreign country and this may be a custom of theirs. I sure don’t want to look like an unlearned American. She may have noticed my import beer and thought that I was from her country…It would have been really embarrassing for her if I had interrupted. Now that I think about it, she probably was foreign. I couldn’t understand a word she said, she wore some sort of tribal loin cloth and when we gave her a $5 bill she looked at it confusingly and gave us some hand signal. This girl is probably a scholar of some sort, realizing that I am a very smart gentleman, she wanted to greet me in the fashion they use in her homeland. It was such a multicultural experience. I expanded my knowledge of the world and myself.
This brings me to the reason I had to dump J. I was appalled at how narrow minded she could be. I could not possibly be with someone who was so judgmental of others customs. She does not know EVERY European custom. She simply closed her mind to the learning experience when this nice young lady went over to her and tried to greet her as she did me.
Though I am not sure that this is exactly what happened; I am pretty sure. Being the forgiving soul that I am, the next morning I acted like I completely forgot about dumping her (I didn’t want it to be awkward and I couldn’t bear to watch her cry for hours). As a matter of fact, I acted like I forgot large portions of the nights events. But what I do remember is giving one glistening star of a girl, a shot a life in America.
I don’t understand…why would J get all weird about me getting a lap dance…I’m just sitting there minding my own business when some naked girl is straddling me. I did not ask her to do this. Who am I to tell her to leave. I am a nice guy and after all, I am at her business establishment. Who knows, she could be from a foreign country and this may be a custom of theirs. I sure don’t want to look like an unlearned American. She may have noticed my import beer and thought that I was from her country…It would have been really embarrassing for her if I had interrupted. Now that I think about it, she probably was foreign. I couldn’t understand a word she said, she wore some sort of tribal loin cloth and when we gave her a $5 bill she looked at it confusingly and gave us some hand signal. This girl is probably a scholar of some sort, realizing that I am a very smart gentleman, she wanted to greet me in the fashion they use in her homeland. It was such a multicultural experience. I expanded my knowledge of the world and myself.
This brings me to the reason I had to dump J. I was appalled at how narrow minded she could be. I could not possibly be with someone who was so judgmental of others customs. She does not know EVERY European custom. She simply closed her mind to the learning experience when this nice young lady went over to her and tried to greet her as she did me.
Though I am not sure that this is exactly what happened; I am pretty sure. Being the forgiving soul that I am, the next morning I acted like I completely forgot about dumping her (I didn’t want it to be awkward and I couldn’t bear to watch her cry for hours). As a matter of fact, I acted like I forgot large portions of the nights events. But what I do remember is giving one glistening star of a girl, a shot a life in America.
