I mean I love having friends but there is always drama at some point and then it just seems not even worth the trouble. I love getting out but again–same thing. So here is my latest story.
Friday night my friend Z and I go to the bar after some other plans fell through. It was CROWDED. There was a group of guys and one of the guys asked to sit at our table because his table had no room. We said sure. He started talking to me and I wasn’t interested and so he started talking to Z. Z and this guy would get up and go smoke outside when 3 of the guys from the table got up and sat down with me. One of which was in my personal space and overall I just felt uncomfortable. They weren’t from around here. They were construction workers for some insurance company and were up from downstate. I hate people from downstate–they always think they are better than we are up here. Anyways I looked over at the bartender and gave him a look of annoyance at the guys at my table. He went and talked to the bouncer (I didn’t know this) and the bouncer went and found Z and the guy and he told guy if his friends didn’t stop bothering me they would be asked to leave. So then he kept saying, “thanks for almost getting us kicked out of here.” I found out later the bartenders didn’t like that group of guys either so it wasn’t just me. Z really the liked the guy and I could tell they were all fucking losers. They asked us to come back to the campground where they were staying. To be honest I’m not sure why we were there–there was a reason but I can’t remember. Z said she had to piss so she got out and the guy walked with her there. I waited in Z’s car. One of the guys then got into the drivers seat and another guy was at my window. The guy at my window kept asking me to come inside and fuck him and I told him no way over and over again. I got a sick feeling to my tummy cuz I felt like I was in a bad situation and I didn’t like it. I kept trying to change the subject. They told me that Z was having sex with J and accused me of being a cock blocker cuz I kept asking where she was at and wouldn’t go off and fuck them. Z finally comes back and I tell her that they were saying I was cock blocking and she said I was kinda was! These guys were fucking losers and I wanted nothing to do with them and I don’t understand why Z was all over it. She wandered off again –no clue where–I’m still in the car and I mention that I was hungry and the guy in the drivers seat decides to take off with me in Z’s car. I’m yelling at him to take me back and he just keeps driving. I have no idea who this guy is or where he is taking me–but he told me to go get food. Z texts me and asks where the fuck I am and I tell her I have no clue and that the guy wouldn’t take me back. I figure out where I’m at and then tell Z. She demanded he go to the shell gas station–where J took Z to meet us there. The guy that is driving goes around the block and reluctantly goes to the shell after telling me he has no license, had been drinking and has stole cars before. Z starts yelling at him and then she gets in and J follows in his car and she takes me to my car. I get out of Z’s car and J gets in Z’s car. I look at him and I tell him, “So help me god if you hurt her, I will fucking kill you.” And blah blah blah. Then I left and I told Z to text me when she got home so I could know she was ok. Now this isn’t the first time I’ve had her back. Long story but there was this one creeper and he followed Z out of the bar so I followed him and I told him to fucking leave. Z had been freaked out by him. He did leave –I wouldn’t even let him talk. I just pointed at him and told him to shut the fuck up and leave now.
So…..next day…..saturday…..one of the guys in the group had asked me if I wanted to go on a real date. I told him I’m not fucking him and he said he didn’t want that–he wanted to know me. So he texted me and asked about that date. I said ok but–I wanted to do a double date –I wanted Z to come which meant J would be there as her date. I didn’t want to go alone. So a double date it was……..at least it was supposed to be. After going back and forth on texts and me telling him I wasn’t fucking going to the damn campground to hang around—that he asked me on date and I was starving and we needed to do what was originally stated. He kept asking about pot too. By this time I was fucking annoyed. I texted him and told him to forget it–that I was going up to the local bar–I was done with the games. I told Z what I was doing and why. Half hour later she met me up there and the guy texted and apologized. I was starving so I told Z I was going to go to the restaurant and get something to eat. She came with. The guy said he would meet us up there. They arrive and there is another couple–a girl and some guy. So my date has went from what should have been a single date, to a double date (cuz I wanted that) to a triple date (which I had no clue another couple was coming). My “date” was sitting on the phone arguing with his WIFE. I asked if he was divorced and nope. And that they have done this separation thing a lot and I guess in the past get back together. He has no license, has court for felony shit (I don’t even remember what he said) but it was like 4 charges and has an alcohol tether. Ok–ya–NOT MY TYPE OF GUY!
After we eat some of the guys were saying they wanted to go to the casino in P town which is an hour away. I guess there is a dance club there–which would be really cool to check out. However there was a big huge problem. My muscles were KILLING me that day—no way I could drive–no way I could drive go to the club and remotely try to drive back–it wouldn’t happen. I was grouchy and had no patience for these no good guys cuz I was so hurting. But again–Z was infatuated with the one guy and told me flat out she was totally going to fuck him. Although I did NOT like the guys –I certainly did NOT want to fuck them……nor date them…..however I also did NOT want to be left out. I wanted to go have fun. I mean the whole fucking night started with ME–it was suppose to be a date and then I asked to do a double date. I told them I wanted to go but there was no way I could drive. There was 6 people and only 5 could fit in one car. Z refused to drive and just automatically said she was going with them. I guess she was entitled to go cuz J–the guy she was crushing on–he was the driver of the car. So I just said I was going to the local bar. My “date” said he would come with me. Then they all decided to just go to the bar and I felt bad at first cuz I thought everyone changed their mind and it was my fault cuz I couldn’t drive. HOWEVER we get to the bar and then they say they were leaving for the casino. I was like WTF confused like why they were at the bar then and when I told J I was confused he was just an ass. My “date” said he would stay at the bar with me and I asked how he would get home. He said I could take him. I didn’t want to take him home. I didn’t want to be alone in the car driving to that campground. Then he said he could stay at my house and again–I said no. I told him he better let his friends know he needed to go with them. He was not happy and neither was I. I couldn’t believe my friend was leaving me and running off with a bunch of idiots. Guys come and go and a friend shouldn’t dump you just for cock. I was so hurt. I would have never done that. If she wasn’t able to go and I could for some reason–I wouldn’t have gone–PERIOD. Plus with the amount of people they had at camp I’m certain something could have been figured out. However cuz of my muscle issues and their lack of giving a fuck and trying to figure out a way for us all to go……I was left behind. And I was angry at my body. And angry at my friend. I fully planned on getting drunk and I asked this one guy at the bar if he would take me home if I got drunk. This guy is a regular at the bar. He is harmless. Everyone knows him. He is very social–reminds me of my uncle J who passed away…..the personality. I knew I could leave my car at the bar and get it when X came to drop DD off the next day if someone would take me home. I was talking to the guy and told him why I was pissed. He said, “you want to go–lets go–I will totally take you to the casino dance club.” I told him no that was ok and he really insisted on it. I went and talked with my one friend who I’ve known long time–she is bartender up there. I know this guy but I wanted other opinions –I mean I would be driving alone with this guy LOL. I explained the situation and she said the guy was absolutely harmless and she fully trusts him. The other bartenders said same thing. So I was like fuck it–let’s go. He had a license–even though he rode a bike cuz he was close to town. He drove SO slow–but perfect LOL. I got a text from Z asking if I was ok and the guy said, “don’t you dare tell them u are coming–we will just show up…..fuck them.” So I told her I was fine and asked if she was at the casino and she said ya. So then we get up there and the club is really awesome. Reminds me of something downstate. Lots of people dancing and drinking and just having fun. I saw Z and I didn’t say anything. Oh–and the guy that drove me paid for both our cover charges and he didn’t even stay to dance! He asked if I was ok and he said he would check on me–he gave me his cell number and he went to gamble–which was perfect cuz you know–I’m single and I didn’t want anyone to think I was with someone LOL. Z finally saw me and she said, “I’m so glad you decided to come.” Ugh–that made me so pissed. I told her, “I told you I wanted to go…..I told you I couldn’t drive.” She and her guy were all trying to be nice to me and I was polite but made no conversation with them. I went and got drinks. I went down the ramp onto the dance floor. I can’t dance u know–like not dance dance. I barely move LMAO. I kinda like just move my feet back and forth a bit and sway. I danced to one song. Then sat and rested good while. Then this guy next to me–went and danced with him. We were both laughing so hard. He said he doesn’t dance and he doesn’t know what he is doing and I said good neither do I LOL. He were both pretty drunk and he said this was so outside his box and I said ya–me too but you only live once right LOL. So we faked like we knew what we were doing bahahahaha. That was actually the last song for the night. Club closed. I walked out and Z wandered off somewhere –no clue–didn’t ask–didn’t care. I was feeling nothing LOL…..I walked a short bit and saw this slot machine. Put $20.00 into this penny machine and like the first few clicks I won like $300. I had NO clue what I was doing–I asked this guy if that was actually dollars LMAO. I played a few different machines and then I went and played black jack but the tables were closing so only a few hands. I saw the guy I was with a few times–he would come check on me. He was so awesome. I showed him how much I won and he took it cashed it out and told me to pocket some and he let me have the rest to play with. I dropped my wallet and everything fell out–he picked it all up. Oh and I found out…..they let me take a drink out of the club but I was drinking it at the slot machine and an employee came to me and told me he needed my drink cuz it was after time of serving alcohol I guess. I was like oh no no no–U can’t have this–I paid for it–so he was patient and let me drink it rather quickly LOL. Anyways–by the time we left it was like 5:30am or something and I left more than $100 ahead and that is including paying for my drinks! So I got paid to have fun LOL. We got back to K town around 6:30am and we decided we were hungry so we drove to another town to this restaurant I had never been to before. They opened at 7:00 and he bought me breakfast. Then we went and got his bike and then he took me home and he rode his bike home–it was pretty nice out this AM. Overall I had a great great night……even after being dumped by my friend.
Oh oh oh…….funny side note—the guy that drove me……..was in prison for like 24 years! Armed robbery here in K-town. I KNOW I KNOW–I’M SURROUNDED BY CRIMINALS LOL. (The other group of guys (that Z was with) were still making bad choices, they were assholes and my gut was saying–stay the fuck away.) Some boyfriend beat the crap of his cousin and he didn’t have a vehicle to get downstate so…….he drove to a gas station–tied the clerks up, stole beer and cigs and a truck. Drove downstate, beat the shit of the guy, burned the truck and then got caught. He has been out of prison for 4 years but I swear to goodness–you would never know. Everyone else knows cuz it is a small town. I asked him, “aren’t you embarrassed to show your face in this small town then?” He said nope. Everyone knows and he did his time. He is genuinely a nice guy (per everyone I talk with too) and I told him I was surprised cuz I figured he would be a hardened asshole after 24 years. He said that everyone thinks that. He said it is bad in prison–whole different set of life rules in there that don’t apply in the real world. He has a job. He works hard. He is 10 years older than I am. Although he is nice–he is totally not datable…..not for me anyways. However I would totally let him take me to the club again though. He was more of a friend to me that night than my girl friend. She texted me today and I haven’t wrote her back. I don’t know what to even say. I really hate that crap.