Just a Thursday

So my Thursday night wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I went to my #1 spot Arctica, enjoyed a few drinks with some friends and met a tool bag. Normal Thursday night.

There’s not much too say about it, but I thought I’d share it.

So I wandered off from the people I was with and was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. Than the tool bag arrived. Just sat himself right next to me and started talking. Okay. We’re talking for maybe 2 minutes, and in that time I found out he lived in Westchester. He comes out and says “Am I going to get lucky tonight?” I’m like why because its 2:15 and the last train out of Grand Central is at like 1:50. He said, “Yes.”

I look at him with disgust and he attempts to stick his tongue in my mouth and grab my boobs. Your fucking kidding me right? He got smacked in the face and was kicked out of the bar. Success.

Doesn’t even surprise me anymore.

 

NYC vs. Long Island

Nothing makes me happier than not living in Long Island anymore. It’s always the same shit there. Same people, same drama, nothing ever changes.

So last night, my best friend since 8th grade had an event at the club Butter. She was launching her event company and celebrating her birthday so of course I was going to go. The event went really well. The place was packed and people were having a good time.

The guys though. Long Island guys never change, nor do the girls. I don’t know if it’s the age there at or they’ll always be this way. First off, I don’t get why they just sit their and stare at girls and don’t approach them. Like, we see you staring. Now its getting creepy because you’re still staring. They do the Sit..Sip..Stare..They sit there. Sip there drinks. Stare. We’re not going to pounce on you because you and your boys bought a table for the night.

Than, I was outside and saw a guy that I haven’t seen in a while. We never hooked up, never had a thing, NOTHING. So we’re just catching up. What the fuck would the problem be? Long Island girls. That’s what the problem would be. As we’re talking this loud mouth bitch who face planted and needed to be helped up by the bouncer, was too big for her dress and too drunk for her own good starts stumbling over yelling his name and literally pulls him away from me. PROTECTIVE MUCH? It’s not even like it was just me and him talking. It was me him and one of my girl friends. What the fuck bitch? Your…

1. Drunk

2.Insecure

3.Fucking crazy

4.Fucking crazy

So me and this guy start talking again and another fucking girl comes over and pulls him away. Are you fucking kidding me? But than he hit me up to see what I was doing after we left the club. Oh ok. Right.

These 2 guys are talking to me and my friend Ashley. One kid is trying to impress us with his money, but its like come on we dont give a fuck if your going to pay for our cab and you don’t care how much it costs. BIG BALLER A WHOPPING $10 CAB RIDE. Let me undo your pants now. No. So these guys want to go to another bar, but you know the Long Island thing, they’re too drunk to even function. So 1 of them gets my girls number and he texted her 2 hours later to see what we’re doing, but than tells her he has to go back to long island now, but he thought she was really cute and wanted to chill again. What the fuck? So your too much of a bitch to say anything in those 2 hours you were still out, so you say it when your going to leave and you won’t have the chance of being denied? COOL BRO.

Now, I know I meet some fucking weirdos out in NYC, but there’s never the drama like there is when Long Island is around. You don’t have guys sitting staring at you. They actually approach you and want to buy you drink, talk to you, or something. You don’t have girls pulling “their” guys away, even though it’s not “their” guy

NYC: 1 Long Island: 0