Tuesday, October 24, 2006
So, I went to a party on Saturday. At the party I met some interesting people. Two of them were incredibly odd and make for a very funny story I want to share with you all. (it's also a great break from this heavy public policy) Person A was a very desperate man. He was a 30 year old guy with a ponytail, and had his arm around me. This made me uncomfortable. I was with a group of people, and we sat around a table discussing the sort of person that was our ideal mates. I said the following: "I want a smart, interesting, funny, warm, charismatic, and just plain kind person who I feel the most incredible kinship with." Person A replied (with his arm around me, and quite seriously): "I just want to fuck anything that moves." In response, revolted, I shrinked away from him, horrified, and the guy sitting on the other side of me wondered if this meant that he wanted to have sex with cockroaches. Person B was a soft spoken lesbian. She desperately was hitting on me, and my friend. Sadly, we both are not lesbians. I didn't think much of her, except that she was kind of awkward, until tonight. She left a message on my phone that was a mumbled mess about wanting to "hang out with me," and then ending with "Yeah Red Tulips, it's my birthday on Friday. I was wondering if you could get me a date for my birthday." Um...I just met this girl! What does she think I am! A lesbian pimp or something? I mean, does she think I somehow have access to so many lesbian friends I could just call one up and say "There's a this girl I barely know who is desperate. Want to have sex with her?" Does she think I am the Heidi Fleiss for lesbians? What's up with this? Is there something in the water in NYC? How do I meet such creepy people?