Saturday, February 10, 2001

last night was so cool. sabby, jac, angie and i went to the commodore ballroom (a really swish venue in downtown) to watch a band called soul decision. they're from vancouver and have really taken off in the pop charts. i would say that their music is best described as a good beat, slightly popular melodies with a bit of an 80's style. anyhow, i must admit these guys are GREAT live. one of the lead singers looks like brad pitt (or aaron in kuya's last role of film!) and could he and the other lead sing! aside from their own songs, they sang covers of duran duran, george michael, and of course, bryan adams (for all who don't know, bryan adams is another proud product of vancouver). us girls had a blast. too bad that after the mini concert, the ballroom went all pop clubbish. nothing but mainstream music being played afterwards. so at about midnight, the girls and i decided to leave to hit palladium. lucky for me i got us in even though it was past midnight, and even though it was fairly packed. i must say that the music was better the week before, but hey, i would still pick it over... well, there's not really that much to pick from. i live in vancouver.

ANYHOW, here's where it gets a bit interesting. i asked in my previous entry a question about what guys really want from a girl when they meet her. well, i found out the answer from the guy that sparked this question for me. as usual, i will not state his name but if he's reading this, he'll know he's the loser i'm talking about.

he was at the club and i really appreciated that he got me and the girls in, but once i got the chance, i asked him what his intentions were. he was honest (at least) and told me that he really wanted to get to know me... you know, like finding out my likes and dislikes, finding out what i do for a living, finding out how it is to make out with me... yes, he said that. i told him that was not my definition of getting to know someone (in particular the last part), but i told him that i thought he was a nice guy and that he'd better end the conversation before something makes me realize that he isn't a gentleman. then it went something like this:

"stop acting that way." he said.

"like what?"

he held my face in his hands, looked into my eyes and said "like a bitch."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"like a bitch."

"don't make me slap you..."

he took his hands off my face and held his arms out defiantly "slap me if you want to. you're a nice girl and i'm a nice guy, and i just want to get to know you. so don't be a bitch."

i figured i might have been being a little bit harsh so to end the conversation, i decided to be civil and comply. "okay fine, i'll call you sometime." (note this is me giving the ever so popular "benefit of the doubt." maybe he really wasn't a jerk and he just had too much to drink. maybe he really wants to just know me for me, and not want to get into my pants. yeah, MAYBE.)

he looked at me in an arrogant and doubtful way and spoke in a tone that sounded as if he meant to diss me. "yeah right. no you won't."

at this point i just about had it with this clown and put my hands on his shoulders and made sure i was at an arm's length away from him. "and you still doubt me" before he could say anything, i slapped him. "fuck you." and i walked away.

no it wasn't a hard one, but he got the picture. i think i was just tired of him talking like he knew exactly what i was supposed to do. he made me feel like he wouldn't be able to trust me with him, like all i really wanted to do was jump his bones or something. now, if anyone has seen this guy, "bones" is the word to describe him. he probably has a thinner waist than i do. and yes of course, he's ugly. so if he really thought he had a chance with me, he sure is a bit full of himself. and plus, nobody calls me a bitch and gets away unscathed. i just told him what i wanted and just because it didn't fit into what HE wanted, i am by default considered a bitch. my definition of bitch is as follows: somebody who feels the need to complain (or blame others) when they can't get their way. i think we know who the real bitch turned out to be.

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