Untouchable
Me: *saw bespectacled guy trying to get my attention, but ignored him*
Another guy from same group who looks very like Marquis xtomic’s dance instructor: *tap me on shoulder* Hey, would you like to come over and dance with us?
Me: *secretly panicky* Erm, no?
Guy: Can I dance with you then?
Me [trying to think of an excuse but blanked out 'cos still panicky]: I’m with my friends.
Guy: Where are they?
Me: *gestured to the two babes*
Guy: Oh. Anyway, we’ll be right here. *gestured at present position* I’d like to get to know you better. If you want, you can come over to join us.
Me: Right.
Guy: *mumbled something indistinct*
Me: What??
Guy: What’s your name?
Me: It’s ‘Not Interested’.
Guy: Oh.. Untouchable huh?
Me: Yep.
Then again, the last time I was there, I wasn’t. Ghosts of him and me, haunting me wherever, whenever.
- soundbites , the clubber
s t a r m | s t July 22nd, 2007
Waa, u alwayz have men picking u up in clubs so good..
not ‘always’, and it’s nothing good at all.
why noone wanna pick me up one?
because you go to beng places like __ _____ _____ ______ where the lians will not bother to pick anyone up but are, instead, waiting for the guys to pick them up.
Long Fei?
laughs. yesh.