last week at my local pub i was talking to an old friend who almost killed me last summer on the way home from shoreline amphitheatre; we were travelling down highway 101 towards san jose when a chick we were giving a ride home suddenly wanted him to turn off onto the highway 85 on-ramp because it seemed more logical to go into mountain view first...
the car came to a complete stop on the on-ramp to highway 85, and if i hadn't yelled "whoa wait!" he would have pulled directly into the path of three oncoming vehicles and i would have likely been crushed to death in the back seat - instead we were just mildy side-swiped by a truck, causing minor damage (but! this jerk had THE GALL to ask me for money to help him pay for the relatively minor damage to his vehicle, like it was my fault!?)...
anyway, so there i was; finally giving this idiot a piece of my mind over beers, when the bartender (see february 14 2007 roper chick blog post titled 'THE BARTENDER') rudely butted in and told me to quiet down, then eventually ordered the other bartender to cut off my beers, which is stupid because i can get beer next door at the other bar, or at 7-11, or even a local liquor store...
(and besides; she is piss-faced drunk almost every weekend while working, and likely drives home drunk for all i know - adding to this; the new friday night karaoke host [go to: http://likroper.com/superbirdlandarchive4.html - NEIGHBORHOOD COPWATCH > 19 dec 2006 / LICENSE #16K3653] is on federal parole and has been ordered not to drink, but still drinks like a fish anyway while at work - he has been witnessed by several people almost going ballistic, and even had a questionable drunken incident while at work the night before this...you know; if a drunk felon [who i have since partially forgiven] who made threats towards me and almost attacked me can later be hired on as a karaoke host, why are my beers being cut off? - and everyone knows why i didn't call the police that night- but why didn't she call the police?...hmmm)
i think she is really mad because (unlike me) she has an inability to express herself with words; she either can't tell me she actually likes me, or that she really doesn't want to go out with me, either way i still don't have a clue and i'm not even sure if i care at this point in time (even though she is 28 years old, she is still basically a kid who was 18 ten short years ago, and i'm getting way too old for stuff like this)...
it also may have something to do with me writing my thoughts down on a blog, which is a grave offense to most women (in other words; a male communicating his feelings) there are at very least 30 guys who come into that bar specifically for her, but i am the only one who has the guts -- or the stupidity -- to write down my thoughts about her (many women really don't want men to communicate freely, and this is the root of most problems humans face at the moment, so my goal in life is to reverse this oppressive female trend)...
i am guessing that she secretly likes me but has too much of an ego to admit it, and is likely jealous about me flirting with other chicks in front of her in the last few weeks, either that or her bartender buddy is jealous about his girlfriend calling me last week and more than willing to cut off my beers, but maybe that's just my ego talking...
the car came to a complete stop on the on-ramp to highway 85, and if i hadn't yelled "whoa wait!" he would have pulled directly into the path of three oncoming vehicles and i would have likely been crushed to death in the back seat - instead we were just mildy side-swiped by a truck, causing minor damage (but! this jerk had THE GALL to ask me for money to help him pay for the relatively minor damage to his vehicle, like it was my fault!?)...
anyway, so there i was; finally giving this idiot a piece of my mind over beers, when the bartender (see february 14 2007 roper chick blog post titled 'THE BARTENDER') rudely butted in and told me to quiet down, then eventually ordered the other bartender to cut off my beers, which is stupid because i can get beer next door at the other bar, or at 7-11, or even a local liquor store...
(and besides; she is piss-faced drunk almost every weekend while working, and likely drives home drunk for all i know - adding to this; the new friday night karaoke host [go to: http://likroper.com/superbirdlandarchive4.html - NEIGHBORHOOD COPWATCH > 19 dec 2006 / LICENSE #16K3653] is on federal parole and has been ordered not to drink, but still drinks like a fish anyway while at work - he has been witnessed by several people almost going ballistic, and even had a questionable drunken incident while at work the night before this...you know; if a drunk felon [who i have since partially forgiven] who made threats towards me and almost attacked me can later be hired on as a karaoke host, why are my beers being cut off? - and everyone knows why i didn't call the police that night- but why didn't she call the police?...hmmm)
i think she is really mad because (unlike me) she has an inability to express herself with words; she either can't tell me she actually likes me, or that she really doesn't want to go out with me, either way i still don't have a clue and i'm not even sure if i care at this point in time (even though she is 28 years old, she is still basically a kid who was 18 ten short years ago, and i'm getting way too old for stuff like this)...
it also may have something to do with me writing my thoughts down on a blog, which is a grave offense to most women (in other words; a male communicating his feelings) there are at very least 30 guys who come into that bar specifically for her, but i am the only one who has the guts -- or the stupidity -- to write down my thoughts about her (many women really don't want men to communicate freely, and this is the root of most problems humans face at the moment, so my goal in life is to reverse this oppressive female trend)...
i am guessing that she secretly likes me but has too much of an ego to admit it, and is likely jealous about me flirting with other chicks in front of her in the last few weeks, either that or her bartender buddy is jealous about his girlfriend calling me last week and more than willing to cut off my beers, but maybe that's just my ego talking...
NOTE: i gave up long ago thinking romantically about THE BARTENDER, and at this point i am just trying to be her friend, but she seems a bit too anxiety-ridden, socially-challenged and emotionally-unintelligent to reciprocate in a normal human fashion (no shit! we met at denny's one night and some guy came in and left a suitcase on the table next to us and she freaked out and ran out of the restaurant thinking it was a bomb or something!? - she probably watches too much TV) - while i generally like her as a person, she is turning out to be a sort of strange chick, from a generation which i don't fully understand...since she is only 28 and has an obsession with the band tool, perhaps she has been permanently brainwashed by the evil gender division/social engineering mentality thrust down our collective throats back when hillary was president (either way it's the same old lesson; there are some people around you who you truly think are your friends, but for whatever reason -- they are not -- and that's ok)...
