I am such a procrastinating bastard. I must go get my laundry so I can start packing so I can get the hell out of this country, but I can’t seem to tear myself away from perusing the cute punk rock boys at the Make Out Club. I am officially on my way to becoming a lech.
Not as bad as this guy who was bothering me while I was out last night, though. Dude just wouldn’t take a fucking hint, or even a polite but firm “no.” After walking past me at one point and not bothering to stare at anything but my crotch, he comes up to me with some corny line, which I gently rebuffed. Then he does it again ten minutes later! And then he walks by me with some other corny line and paws my crotch. so I grab his arm, move it, give him a dirty look and walk away. Then he comes up to me whispering more cornball, canned-porn-movie shit. This is repeated about a half-dozen times over the course of the evening, and I’m getting more and more pissed off all the time. After a while, he tries to apologize and say that he recognized me from Pratt yadda yadda yadda (I think he was in one of the more bullshit required classes that I dropped) and he just wanted me to be cool and relax since I looked so tense. since “no thanks” and “no, I don’t want to chat” and “leave me the fuck alone” didn’t work yet, I wasn’t too shocked that he didn’t quite the get the point of “I’m not tense, I’m just fucking irritated.” What a pain.