When you have a house party, you chuck convos with those around you. When you chuck convos around you, you end up picking up someone interesting. When you find someone interesting, you try to impress them. When you impress them, you try to be witty. When you get witty, you get attention. When you get attention, you get personal. When you get personal, you get their contact details.
It so turned out that I HAVE that personality and also this 'never lose' attitude. Being a loser in high school had taught me to NOT give up and be all insecure when you're intimidated. It's great to be able to chuck a convo at a party where you know only 2-4 people but when it comes to people who you don't know and who seems like they're bouncing convos off with u, it sucks when you don't have your boyfriend around you to let them know that you're taken and you're a homosexual. And it doesn't help that I don't scream around that I like cocks and how burma has kinda made me be me again after turning oxford street for five years in sydney lol.
At a housewarming party last night, a girl came and talked to me. She was so intimidating but I find this a challenge to better myself at social dealings. She sorta came out as a bitch, but a confident and a good one. So, we made conversation. Wits, bounced and all of the mentioned above all happened. I really might be wrong assuming she was hitting on me but I just can't help having long pauses when we look into each other and chuck weird chuckles and then start over again. Things kinda got real when she gave me her email address. So, there's a sequel to this???
After I got outta that convo, I felt guilty. No, I didn't feel guilty that I flirted with a chick while having Craig cos I know I'm totally not into her sexually. She's a nice girl and that's it. But like, I just hope I haven't misled her to thinking I'm interested or there is a sequel to our witty convo bounce-off. Sigh it's hard when you're not a flaming fag!
I find it cute some NGO big people got the hosts an oven for housewarming, since it 'warms' the house. So, Boss and I decided to come up with 'home blending' party, just so we could get blender. She finally came up with 'house squeezing' party cos she wants a juice squeezer. So, I was one of the last people to leave the house party at 3am. Two french men, one of them being one of the big dudes of some NGO and the other one this cute frenchie i worked with during a consultation. I ended up calling the biggy "Plastic Bernard" since the only french song I know "Ca plane pour moi" is sung by Plastic Bernard and he loves it. The other cutie.. I could call him "Le Confuse" cos I'm so sure there's a streak of bisexuality in him. Boss was there and this other guy (who I might start jamming jazz songs with soon), who was yet another biggie from an NGO, was there as well. So, Boss, Plastic Bernard, Le Confuse, JazzyGuitarist and I ended up walking on the streets at 3am where there was literally NO taxi cabs.
Plastic Bernard was so funny. It's cute to see how these big shots of some orgs are actually so young at heart and so funny in the 'humor' department. JazzyGuitarist joined in later and we ended up singing "Bohemian Rapsody" on the cab. Wayne's world much? Never knew the big serious looking guy who sits across me in meetings while I write minutes would be singing Queen's classic songs with me in a cab, huh? LOL
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