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morrissey. the lazy subathers. |
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i heard my name, and i looked over to find a man and a woman staring at me. they smiled, and i smiled back. perplexed, because i had never seen them before. i tapped the gentleman on the arm and asked if i knew him. he said no. i asked if he just called my name. he said no; he had been calling for sara. why he was calling for her and grinning at me was beyond me, so i ignored it. he told me that he had seen me dancing 'over there' before, as he pointed to the center of the dancefloor. he told me that he had asked his lady friend if she knew me, and that she had said, 'no, but i wish i did.' i didn't know how to respond to that, so i just smiled. my new friend and i made small talk. about work. about the 'scene.' and about life in general. and about me, of course. well, he talked. and i listened; forcing myself to keep from grimacing. 'you're cute,' he said. 'kind of stand-offish. sort of quiet. gothy. my kind of girl.' ?! what? firstly, i'm not quiet at all. secondly, NEVER spit the 'g' word at me. ever. thirdly, you've picked up on the fact that i'm 'your kind of girl' after watching me dance for a couple hours and sharing a five minute conversation with me? lastly, i am NOT YOUR KIND OF GIRL. at all. in fact, i think all the boys in milwaukee are appalling. except this one. but that's beside the point. this dude keeps getting creepier and creepier. he tells me that if i notice that he's not saying too much, it's because he doesn't have to. and that it has something to do with the song that's playing. i told him i didn't get it. he told me to listen to the lyrics. i told him i was trying not to. I JUST MET YOU. and already, you can 'identify' with this eighties pop tragedy showcasing emotions like obsession and possession? just when it can't get any worse, he introduces me to a friend of his, and tells me not to be alarmed if i see a camera flash. because this friend of his is a photographer, and he often tells his photographer friend to 'take pictures of cuties,' and i 'definitely qualify.' he then asks me where i learned to dance. i said i guess i taught myself. he reasoned that i probably learned here [at mad planet] because my 'style is pretty alternative.'
I'M A GODDAMN FREAK MAGNET. WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
speaking of freaks, now it's time for 'platonic slumber party at danny's house.'
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