Safeway Strangeness
2001-06-01 - 12:51 p.m.
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Welcome to GoLive CyberStudio 3 I knew I was pretty much too stoned to deal with anyone last night. That's why I went to Safeway, rather than my usual supermarket. Fucked up. Sketchy. Safeway was a meatmarket last night, and I was the only guy in the store. Okay, so maybe there were only six girls in the store. I was the center of attention. Usually, I like this, but I had been dwelling up in my cerebellum all night, when I decided I couldn't make it through Friday without certain essentials. I had picked up a bag of sensimilla earlier on the north side of town, and started into it with aplomb. Creeper. I smoked a bunch before I felt the wicked creep. Then my social skills were ruined harshly. So I make it to Safeway. I should've known it would be weird. Walked up to what I thought was the main entrance, an automatic door that was locked, yet would strain to open when I walked by it. This confused me. So I walked to where I thought the main entrance would be. Nothing. Sixth avenue and traffic. Pisco's restaurant, and me standing there, feeling foolish. Puffed on a marlboro, to cover up my fuck-up. "Hell yes, I meant to do this. You think I just walked here for no reason? What do you take me for, some kind of imbecile? Nothing more relaxing than watching the world go by." So I made my way back towards the actual entrance to the store. Two girls had me scoped before I hit the door. I only saw one, and my intital reaction was,"Wow, she's pretty. I think she saw me, and wants to talk. Fuck! I'm too stoned to deal." This was a best case scenario. One, in a hippie full length tan, almost jean looking dress walks up to me, stood about one foot away, and deliberately eyed me up and down. She was wearing mardi-gras beads, and obviously stoned and drunk. Not unattractive. But not exactly up to my standards. I guess I need at least one thing that's special about a girl, and not just that she wants to fuck me. Which leaves me in a familiar quandry. It bothers me that I don't leap at any girl that comes my way, as so many guys are wont to do. she:"Hey there." Me:"Hey." And her friend is with her, a bit shorter, also not unattractive, but not up to my standards. Barefoot. Also with beads. They sauntered into the store. The tall one with the dress jumps and takes a swat at a banner, and misses badly. She:"No, no, wait. I can get this." She tries again, and smacks the banner loudly, making me laugh. She:"Ha! I told you i could do it" I abandonded them quickly with a laugh. Went and found my goods. They cornered me by the donut section. And they flirted in all sorts of ways, throwing themselves at me. Highlights of such: girl1(flirtatious):"So what kind of donut are you?" What is this the dating game? wtf? i chatted a bit with the other girl in the tan dress. girl2(flirtatious):"Oh...we're just getting breakfast. (eyes me up and down again, and bats her eyes hopefully) Oh, Christ. What kind of weirdness is this? The only time I do not even entertain the thought of fooling around, I get the aggressive girl tandem, who both seem comfortable hitting on me. No cattiness betweeen these two, like it was a co-operative effort. And they both started touching me, but in that subtle girl way, where it seems co-incidental, but really they're waiting for the reciprocal touch. Except for the one girl who rubbed her boobs on my shoulder. There was maybe five customers in the supermarket. I was very close to pulling them both to me, one under each arm, and saying... "Well, Why don't we go to my house and go hot-tubbing. " No. I was couteous, but unresponsive. Its tortuous to me, because I love the multiple partner thing, but at the same time, my whole drive was to get things done so I could go to sleep. So I leave them with a laugh again, and finish my shopping. Another tandem of girls proceeds to make eyes at me, and head to the check out. I headed to the check-out, and the two drunk girls step in front of me. girl1(flirtatious):"You again?" me:"Yes, I'm stalking you." girl2(flirtatious)"Hey, sweetheart." Me:"Hello." And I proceeded to look around. Some blonde behind the service counter was staring at me. Attractive. I smiled, and she smiled back. The first two girls shuffle out of the store, looking back over their shoulder at me. I smiled, they smiled back. The checker hurriedly checks the two drunk girls out, while I avoid interaction. Girl2:"Bye, hon-ey." Girl1:"Seeya, Mr. Stalker-man." Me: (waving)"I hope to stalk you again sometime." With giggles, they left. Don't know why they laughed. It wasn't that funny. I flirted with the cashier a bit, as she seemed to be cute, and in full charge of her faculties. Went home, and promptly crashed out...vaguely disappointed that I didn't push for the menage-a-trois, despite how annoying those two may have been.
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