In My Parallel Universe I Bet I Would Have Gotten Laid

Well it's been over a month now that I'm practically and officially done with any University work and I couldn't be happier, well actually I could be if that girl from last night that talked to me hadn't been dragged away by her boyfriend after him giving me a dirty look. But since this is going to look like another diary entry, let's take things from the scratch shall we.

Last night my friends who have a band and allow me to dick around with them and pretend I'm part of the group, played a live acoustic set at this bar. Well we played a 30 minutes acoustic set and it went below average at the point where the chatters from the crowd were over-taking our music. The only upper was that it seemed like they liked my intro song which is a completely stupid 30 seconds song saying “yes” and then a long “ooooo”.

Well after we finished playing, we hang around to see the other guys play their set and have a couple of drinks. The other guys' set was quite amazing. They had a guy doing beat-box, they were dancing, they played katy perry and other dance songs and they managed to fill the bar. At some point they even squirt the crowd with a water pistol.

Anyway, as we were outside of the bar getting beers and ouzo from the corner shop at some point I went inside to use the toilette. The guys who were playing were done and most of the crowd was either on the street or had left. I go to the toilette and lock the door. As I'm half way done, I hear two loud bangs on the toilette door. I finish peeing and I open the door.

There was a girl standing there and a pretty one too staring at me. I ask her in Greek why she was banging on the door and she says in English “sorry I don't speak Greek”. Then as a gentleman I am, I apologize and open the door wide open for her and tell her to come in first and then I'd leave. She says “no you first” and I insist. Long story short she gets hesitantly in the toilette staring at me as I walk out. And when I say “staring at me” I mean that stare of “I hope he won't jump on me and rape me” kind of stare.

I go outside and tell my friends wondering if I actually look like the kind of guy who would rape or even force finger bang a girl in the toilette of some bar. 30 minutes after that conversation with my friends and a bit drunker I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I turn around and it was her. She was way drunker than she was when she was in toilette but not pass out drunk. I think she was on the same level of drunkness with me.

Anyway, I say hi, again as a gentleman I am and she says “you're the guy from the toilette” or something like that. I agree and for some weird reason we start touching hands and talking. I've no idea why we started touching hands. And when I say talking I mean exchanging two sentences more. At that moment I'm pretty content with myself when a guy comes and grabs her from her waist and tell her to leave, leaving me standing there as she says “bye”.

But then on the other hand there was this other gilf, I mean girl, I also liked. She was wearing jean shorts, some kind of weird combat boots, a baggy short white t-shirt and a trucker hat and her name hopefully wasn't Bob.

Now, I'm sitting here typing this because I have nothing better to do hence the blogging and smoking. Now that you read my story you can all go back to what you were doing and I'm going to go back and play some playstation 3 and then some guitar.

Bye.

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You can get a job to quit a job and make money to waste money to go to that job and get a girl and eat food together and get energy so you can be happy the next day at your job.