"I only want to have a good time"

I really try not to make posts that have no pictures.
I also try not to swear copiously in any of my entries here.
Today, I have accepted the fact that I *must* break both of those rules in telling about my weekend.

As per usual, my weekend started Thursday. I had a date, with James. You may remember James from our very casual date before I went home for the holidays. So this was, in my estimation, a second date. I asked him out, and I paid for dinner...which had been a very nice dinner.
And that's when it started to become clear that he saw this as two friends hanging out.

He ended up coming to Club Apex in Washington D.C. with Brendan, Cody, Carl and I. I had invited him and was more than happy he was coming.
He spent almost none of the night with me. When we danced, he looked anywhere but at me and didn't touch me...he would usually brush my hand off of him in a very subtle manner if I put my hands on him.
I didn't get a good night kiss.
The worst part? I'm feeling like I was led on, but I'm not upset about it. I was so expecting to be screwed over again that I'm just like "Eh, time to move on."

Friday I was exhausted and didn't do anything. It was nice...a change of pace. But I was so tired I couldn't go to sleep until 5 in the morning.
I got a phone call at 7 in the morning. My friend Katie, a very close friend of mine who was abroad all last semester, needed help. Her boyfriend was incredibly sick and needed to be returned to campus -- which was fine, she would drive her car. The trick was getting her back to her off-campus housing.
Like the idiot or possibly the saint that I am, I got up, threw on clothes, ansd helped her out. Then she took me out to breakfast, and brought me to do the errands I had needed to do that day. I got back to my dorm at 10:40 -- 20 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. So I turned off the alarm and went to sleep. I woke up at 4 and got ready to go to work.

First of all, I woke up incredibly horny. I don't know why, since I'm very rarely horny and even more rarely THAT horny. So I was hoping to go to work at the club, and go home with somebody there.
Then my friend Karissa asked if she could come. I said okay. Then Cody needed a ride. I said okay. "I'll just get laid on Sunday," I figured, "But I can get someone's number tonight."

Tonight at work was one of those nights that makes me wonder why the hell I do that job. The utter BULLSHIT I have to put up with sometimes astounds me.
So, to start with, these two guys -- a couple -- showed up and announced they'd been hired to dance. No one who actually works there had ever seen them before, but you couldn't convince them that they weren't dancers there.
They weren't dancers. They were bitches. They began insutling another dancer there, calling him ugly (although, really, the bitchier of the two was not attractive at all, so seriously...) and insulting his friends. For no reason. Neither Chris (the other dancer) or any of the other dancers had said a word to them. They monopolized our space to dance in, too.

So, around 1:45, after making a mere $14 in tips (I was pissed about that too), I called it quits. I went to put on my clothes -- forgetting that (because I was wearing far skimpier underwear than usual) I'd worn my jeans into the DJ booth.
As I returned from the office to get my jeans, I was accosted by this 70 year old. The same one who had gotten into the passenger seat of my car? Yeah, him. Bald, nasty, full of himself, and drunk as shit. It took FOUR people as well as myself to get me away from him, and by that point? He'd not only copped a feel, he'd gotten in some hardcore fondeling. I felt so incredibly dirty and disgusting. But that's the job -- you have to put up with that shit. People are there to help, and they tried, but shit is gonna happen.

When I was back in office, clad in my jeans thankfully, I heard over the intercom a call "Security to the stage, security to the stage." One of the two bitches who thought they were dancers had punched a guy for pulling down his underwear.
Anyways, when I'm hearing him tell the story to the manager a bit later, I couldn't help myself. In a perfectly matter-of-fact, polite way I just said "Putting up with disrespect is part of the job."
He flipped the fuck out. "You're a fucking crackwhore!" he shouts, "Go smoke more crack." I was livid, but I behaved and said nothing else. My slenderness is mostly due to my Crohn's disease...do you make fun of chemo patients for being bald? NO! Get some fucking people skills, and get the fuck out of my club. Whores. I was SO PISSED.

In the meantime, Karissa finds me and tells me she's going home with somebody. She points out the guy. My eyes widened. I nodded, but I know I'm getting a call soon..."GRAHAM!! HOW COULD YOU LET ME GO HOME WITH THAT UGLY MOTHER FUCKER?!?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" It'll be my fault, but I'll still come pick her up.
Meanwhile, Cody had been dancing with this guy he's had a crush on for MONTHS. And then they started making out. I encouraged this...and Cody went home with his crush. We'll see what happens.
But basically, everybody got laid but me.

Although, I did get hit on by a friend of mine who is DEVESTATINGLY hot. I'll keep you posted on that.