Thursday night just gone I decided to go out clubbing, mainly just because I could, but also because a friend Heidi has been trying to set me up with one of her girlfriends. Whom aside from being attractive, petite, and having the flexibility you’d expect of a dancer, I didn’t know from a bar of soap…

Most of the night I actually spent catching up with Heidi who’s leaving Brisbane soon, so I didn’t really get a chance to get to know this girl anyway.. Plus when a few of the boys turned up the night just turned in to running a muck instead.

But none of this has been the point to this post, so thanks for bearing with me for a few minutes.. Hehe

The ugly lights come on, the clubs closing, and they’re playing a few of those dodgy old one hit wonders you can’t resist but grab the ‘air microphone’ and sing too… Then I realise I’m not the only weirdo doing this, so is a tall blonde with an a perfect hourglass figure and a face 2 centuries worth of sculptors could only dream of creating.. Perhaps a better analogy would have been something straight out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, perhaps even the cover?

Anyway she’s getting the same bewildered looks from the swarm of guys that were surrounding her, that some of my friends were giving me (well those sober enough to notice).. Come to analyse (or stereotype) it, the guys have probably been hovering around her all night like vultures hoping for some scraps of attention…

Where was I.. Ohh yes.. Closing time. Anyway the music had stopped and I’m hovering around my circle of friends waiting for the drunks to realise it was time to go… Strange it seems that bright lights and no music at this time of the night aren’t much a hint.

It was about this point Victoria’s Secret steps in front of me and says “We’re going to the Pancake Cafe, would you like to come?”… After much deliberation and biding farewell some friends quickly we were on a merry way..

In the space of the 30 minutes or so while sitting down to eat, Victoria’s Secret managed to irritate me that much, that after leaving the building, without bothering to exchange numbers or any waste time with lengthy goodbyes I just said “Catch ya around..” and walked in the opposite direction. Despite the earlier first impression I was later left with, more suitable phrases/words such as “High maintenance, pompous, pretentious, self absorbed, unempathetic, inconsiderate…”

Hence this posts subject.. Either I’ve evolved as a human completely disregarding her perfect physical form, or perhaps the troubling personality just far out weighed this! But the more likely self analysis is I’m just too old to put up with SHIT like this…

Stay tunned for Black leather, Seizures, Handstands, and broken TAG watches… Hehe.. No serrious I have stories for each!