Say you're a dude at a concert and you see a girl that you think is hot/looks easy/looks whatever rocking out to one of the band's biggest songs and she's clearly losing her shit over the song, dancing and bouncing around. Do you:
A. Wait until the song is over and say "Wow, that song is so amazing!" and gauge your next move on her response.
B. INTERRUPT HER DANCING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SONG by tapping her on the shoulder to ask, repeatedly, because you can't be heard over the music "So, are you here with somebody :)??"
A full 30% of why I went to the show was to rock out to that song- what the fuck is wrong with you? Hitting on girls 101, motherfucker. Ugh. I told a friend about it later and they asked whether I peed on his shoes. I didn't, but I should have.
In entirely unrelated news, my downstairs neighbors who I met recently came over for drinks tonight, and I was nervous because I've never made friends with neighbors and having neighbors over with drinks seems like such an adult thing to do and I didn't want to get it wrong. Five minutes before I was due to arrive, I remembered that the dude half of the couple was English, and I was convinced that he would decide I was hopelessly uncool for having so much Doctor Who stuff in my apartment (instead of charmingly geeky like fellow Americans do), so I started running around hiding my Rose and Nine action figures in my sock drawer and throwing my TARDIS robe in the hamper. (as if they would be sniffing around my bedroom?)
I am...pretty silly, I'm guessing.
I am also almost-drunk, which is why posting this entry right now seems like a vital thing to do. Wheee.This entry has traveled in time from DW at: http://redcirce.dreamwidth.org/143668.html. You can comment here or there using OpenID!