A Midsummer's E-veel

[thedarksiren2]

I tried.
Gawd I tried to get up the gumption to go to the show at the Phantasy Friday night, but there was this rot just growing, lingering, crawling through my viscera, and all the better parts of me knew that if I went there, I would bring nothing good with me.

So, bindrune, wraptboy and I all went to see Minority Report. Very cool flick. I have to say that Tom Cruise gets a lot of crap about his acting abilities, but he has really floored me the past few films I've seen him in.

At any rate, we had a thought to go to Whiskey Business after, but then wraptboy started feeling a bit chartreuse, so we dropped back by Jawndomay. By that time, it was 1:40AM, and well, it seemed silly to travel all the way back out to Brookpark Rd. So, bindrune parked her vehicle, and we walked to Lava Lounge to see what lurked behind flapping doors & up the stairs.


As has been the case the last few times I have been to Lava, bladernr was sitting just to the left of the stairwell with a decent group of people. I had finally started to feel more like my fabulous self, and went right over to him and gave him a hug. I introduced him to bindrune, and then we met a certain Mike D. (I think his LJ is milky_ but I am not certain) and his lovely girlfriend Selena, as well as a jovial Bill.

Mike D. got a bit silly about the calling him Mike vs. Mike D., like the Beastie Boys. This simply reminded me of the Portishead concert I went to in Detroit five+ years ago where Mike D. of the Beastie Boys was spinning with them. OMFG it was a fantastic show! Milky Mike D. went about ape-shit, and we went on about trip-hop and D&B and music...it was great to just talk to someone new, particularly someone who had similar interests as I do.

Time passed by, many laughs were shared, not the least of which was the story about Mike D.'s friend, a fireman, who caught himself on fire on the 4th. Mr. D. & bladernr had us rolling!

Then who should approach but a fellow I will simply call A. He came up all smiles & suave as usual, and began introductions across the table. Of course, when he came to me, he introduced himself as if we'd never met.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am all about being absent minded, but this was the third time I had met and conversed with him, yet he had no idea who I was. And something in me ruptured a bit...yeah, the e-veel inside stood up, surfaced, and when he said he didn't remember, I guess I felt a bit insulted by it. I mean, not that I am any prettier than anyone else in Lava at any given point, but I am not that forgettable I don't think. So, the smarm-o-meter went through the roof when I replied something along the lines of, "Oh, it's OK. There were two women who had much larger breasts than mine the last time we met, and I am sure they were much more interesting than I was to you at the time."

This is where the night really began.

He stood there, obviously embarassed and dumbfounded. I thought Mike D. was going to explode, he was laughing so hard. And it was strange because I had this smile across my face, as though I were proud, but really, I could not believe that the words had escaped me so quickly & didn't know what else to do but smile. I rarely, if ever, am so brazen. Past history would tell the same tale though...when I am, I dig to the bone, intentionally or not.

He kept asking me how I knew so much about him. I told him I only knew what I saw, which was him talking to two of my friends' breasts instead of their faces. He asked me what else I knew, so I mentioned that I thought he had a thing for brunettes, and he got even more weirded out, agreeing and chattering on about the whole thing.

I just watch people. And I don't mean just what they are wearing, but also their poise, their hand and eye movements, the way they move across a room. I notice so much about people that I sometimes feel like I am looking into them and seeing more than I bargained for.

But A. just kept going, and I laughed about it for a while, but then he said something about feeling like he needed to "win this."

Now, the smarmy parts of me wanted to keep flowing because well, those nasty bitters inside were rumbling about. I had a notion to talk hormones with A., but then simply said, "I'm sorry you feel that way. I didn't realize it was a competition."

A. walked away sometime after that. I honestly didn't pay close attention because I kind of felt uncomfortable by then. Milky Mike D. and Bill were all about asking me what prompted my responses to A. I explained my last few encounters with him, not to mention his more than obvious approach to the women I know; then bladernr began to defend him, saying A. has it rough and is still overcoming some things. I noticed just then that he seemed uncomfortable, and the e-veel died down considerably. I apologized to bladernr for having insulted either him and/ or his friend. Of course, Bill went off about this guy, Norb or Norm, who really crossed some lines last weekend, adding that what I had said was nothing in comparison. I shrugged and hoped that I hadn't upset my company at all.

As we all were leaving, Bill, bindrune and i saw the most absurd display of crotch-wedge ever...the girl didn't even try to hide the fact she was digging her g-string from within! The three of us were all about leaving, and fled to the stairs, single-file. Silence followed for about a minute, then bindrune flailed and we all started roaring over the wedge-factor.

On the way out the Lava doors, I noticed Bill held the door for my comrade and me. It reminded me of a post that georgeanne had made recently about gentlemen, and I thanked Bill for his being so polite. He went to say something when Mr. A. came trotting out the door, paying no mind to the people directly behind him who promptly got knocked back by the doors a bit.

Bill turned to me and said, "You know, chivalry ain't dead for all of us yet!"

Laughter again.

Mr. A. came towards us, again with the breasts incident in mind. He asked if he was that obvious and I said, "Yeah." bindrune began explaining what she refers as the three-second rule. Look, stare three seconds, find eye contact. Mr. A. was appauled, saying that the rule should be at least 30 seconds! We just laughed at him and carried on. I really just wanted to drop it by then anyway.

We all wound up at this guy Todd's house, along with a female friend whose name totally evades me right now, but so, she had on this cool shirt with glittery-sparkly thingies all over it and it caught my buzzed sight...it was an oval surrounding the body of a hippo! It was great! I said something about her shirt and Mr. A. went off on how I noticed her tits right away. His inability to let this situation go was killing me, and I tried to keep things mellow from this point on...he just kept going and going. He asked me why I had watched him. I started by explaining what I do for a living when he snidely began a childish game of, "Oh, so is that how you see me then?"

I cut him off pretty quickly. It's like this, I hear and see the word "retard" at least a dozen times a day. It's just slang, and if I really remained upset over it I would be dead before I turned 28. Same thing with the term "short bus." Whatever. People say stupid shtuff all the time, and I let it go. But when I tell you what I do and then you're willing to even go there...that's just plain ignorant and completely intolerable. So I stopped him before he dug his own grave, and explained the stats on human communication, which is primarily based in body language. Where I work, I am dependant on body language. The residents cannot always express themselves correctly, so I have to watch their body signals to see where they might be coming from &/ or going to.

The time carried on, and more silliness ensued. At some point Bill told me to give him some dap, but I'll be damned if I know why now! LOL Then Milky Mike D. went on a rant about some porn where a chick let three hundred men gang-bang her...I recall the room kind of frozen, surreal-like. Then things started to wind down.

I noticed that bladernr seemed to be getting more quiet, his body more tense than it had been. I thought maybe I was just basing it off of my own hindered perceptions that night, but when Mr. A. went to leave, bladernr stood to leave as well.

There were comments made about Mr. A.'s and my wedding. Of course, I think bladernr had a better idea...our gunmatch! HA! HA!

Hugs and goodbyes and I even tried to say, "No hard feelings, OK" to Mr. A., but he still seemed bummed when he left.

As bindrune and I walked home, I thought about what had transpired. Now, don't get me wrong, Mr. A. does talk to breasts rather than faces, and he is totally blatant about the fact that he wants to do The Fuck all the time. I really didn't mean to insult him, I was just stating that I noticed these qualities about him...not that they were bad though. Hell, I even agreed that a nice pair of tits is pleasant to look at, but at least attempt eye-contact here and there. But he seemed so bothered that I had said it, and if I knew bladernr any better I'd almost have to say he was a bit unhappy when he left too.

I don't know...I like having wit when it peeks it's li'l beady eyes at me brightly enough to utilize it. But times like these make me realize that I hate being nasty and smarmy when I am. I don't like to hurt people, and honestly meant to show him that in the three times I had met him I had noticed these things about him. Now he would definitely have something to remember me by... Nothing sweet and wonderful, unfortunately, but something to keep his brain in check should he encounter me again.

Of course I'd much rather my memoirs be of sweetness and mystery to all who cross my path, but well...some people seem to want to dig their graves before they die.

Or maybe I just should have stayed home Friday night and slept.
I do not *heart* the e-veel inside of me.

It's ok though...soon fall semester will be here and I will not have the time to sit around and make a boi squirm, to think so much...may as well enjoy the memory as it is, which is mostly it was a very fun time.

*YAWN!*

OK, bed calling.

Comments

[evilshell.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, the famous Mr. A.

The one who didn't remember me a week or two later after hitting on me and another girl. The other girl went out with him, and let's just say it was a distaster.

I know that he's a friend of bladernr, and I don't want to insult him...but this A is an asshole.

I thought your comment was hysterical. :)

BTW, when we were there and he was hitting on me (again)...I said something to him about meeting him once before. He looked dumbfounded for a few moments and then said "you were wearing red then". Yet he kept acting like he'd never met me before. Odd person, he is.

I wonder what I was staring at...

[jjjiii]

If you remember, it took a good 3 or so meetings before you finally stuck in my head. I had to give you my card and told you to start emailing me so I'd remember who you were. Remember that?

Re: I wonder what I was staring at...

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

Yes, I recall, but you at least acknowledged the fact that I had met you before...there was a remote recollection - I was the DJ girl that James had introduced you to - which is more than Mr. A. had. Not to mention we'd not really talked other than intros, whereas I had actually talked to the above-mentioned person.

Besides,you fall under the shy category. ~;) Mr. A. is nothing close to shy. I think I mentioned my views on shyness vs. extroversion in renwick's post on male-bashing a few days ago.

I do not bash men, and wasn't doing so that night. I just took notice of his presence and presented it to him as I saw it.

Re: I wonder what I was staring at...

[jjjiii]

I didn't really think you were male bashing (at least in your post, anyway, though the things you said in the story you were relating in your post could have been construed that way, maybe, if you were generalizing for all men based on A.'s behavior.

Re: I wonder what I was staring at...

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean to say that i thought you thought I was bashing men and/ or generalizing any gender roles. Just that I mentioned it in renwick's journal.

*shrugs*

[adagiogray.livejournal.com]

Embrace the eeviiil!

Hey, I'm guilty of Mr. A's behavior too, but I try to stay within that 3 second rule. ;)

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

LOL

*sudden memories of bad Metallica songs*

"I am Eeeevuuuullll, yes I a-am!"

tee!hee!

(((HUGZ!)))