I think I'm mean

I’m mean. Perhaps I’m evil. But I’m amused, is that mean and sadistic? He tried so hard, dedicated and persistent. He told me I was pretty and had a nice smile. He offered to buy me drinks and he danced with me. I was there to watch the band and enjoy a night away from my 'stripper world'. I danced, I laughed, I socialized. I suspect he abandoned his ride home in the hopes of getting to know me better.

And what did I do… I gave him the fake phone number and said goodnight. He’s roommates with my buddy. There’s a good chance I’m going to hear about this one. There’s a better chance my only associated emotion will be giggles. I don’t care. I’m not looking for a new boy toy.

(Evil, uh huh)

I’m going to take my mischievous and cruel self back to work tomorrow. I wish I could afford to take more than a week off, but I’m in Vancouver!! Yay!! I’m looking forward to spending the week at The Drake working with a dear friend, AND I get to visit people.

So… If you’re in Van and we’ve been meaning to grab coffee or something, now’s your chance people. I promise to only be half evil (maybe)