Part pho like half a plate of Thai food.
Okay, so I seem to be making the same mistake in the club recently: exchanging numbers with dudes I DON'T want to talk to. Problem with giving dudes your number in the club is that they always seem to sneak up on you and corner you when you're drunk and just trying to enjoy yourself or leave the club. They tell you some shit about how they've seen you before and yadda yadda, how sexy you are and why they should be the dude that gets to go home with your number. Gosh, I yawned just thinking about it. Sometimes, but not all, giving a guy your number isn't such a horrible idea but then there are those intoxicated nights when you fuck up and give it to the WRONG guy. Lord have mercy of the thirst. The guy just doesn't get the hint. Texts you before you have had a chance to get to Nu Ho King, texts again before you can even pay the bill, and calls you before you even pop an Advil for your hangover the next morning. A lot of these dudes hollering at girls in the club are relying on your intoxication AND their own to make the transaction of numbers easier. They would never have it in them to get at you on a sober level. They just don't have it like that.
Sunday nights I head to this spot that has an awesome light up platform girls love to dance on. I'm a frequent dancer on that thing myself. However, there is the odd time when I see strippers (and they CAN'T deny their occupation 'cause I already peeped the big purse) dancing up on this thing. No, there isn't an issue with them enjoying themselves up there but honey, don't do for free in the club what you SHOULD be doing at WORK getting PAID for. Lace bodysuits, stripper heels, or just lingerie, there seems to always be the one girl who looks like she dressed for work and got lost along the way, ending up at the club instead. Girls, just couch jump like the other party going females. Don't work for free.
This is one of my most major piss offs; bottle snatchers. Bottle snatchers are hard to spot sometimes because they're already in the booth, usually with a bottle already designated for them. But once their bottle is finished, and they're properly tipsy, these scoundrels start eyeing your bottle like vultures. Nigga, we sharing the table in the booth not the bottles. You bought yours and I respectfully did not drink from it. So why are you helping yourself to my Hennessy, you dirty Goose sippin' nigga? You didn't put in on this, MANNNN. More importantly, your Goose was only $150 and this here Hennessy costs $260 in this muthafucka. Skraight like that. And I bet you wanna look at me like I'm the cunt for not sharing alcohol, too. Ha! Fuck outta here.
Every week is something new. Smh.
The Articulate Bitch
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