September 9, 2006 - Saturday
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| Dumb things I do when drunk First off I did not get home until 6:45 am. And I am up now because I can't sleep anymore, but I'm fucking exhausted. My cab driver loves me, he wants to take me out and get to know me personally. He thinks I'm beautiful, and have a great smile. He wants to hold me....He kept asking...."what are you doing to me?" If I heard "I feel so happy, so happy, right now, I would take you any where, I would take you to the moon" One more time, I would have thrown up. Apparently I have an amazing capacity to love and it show's all over my face, I am intelligent, and friendly and lovely.This is all well and good, but Sir you have an obviously very drunk and very tired girl in your cab, who only wants to go home and go to sleep, and you are scaring her. Besides the fact that it took a full hour for me to get home in a cab because this jerk off went 20 miles per hour and took me on a residential tour of queens, I was pretty positive I was going to get raped, possibly killed. I told him to just take me home, and he said he didn't want to because our time together would be over. Why can't I inspire this kind of attention in people I'm actually attracted to? Wait, maybe I don't want to do that...one stalker is is one too many for me. So the moral of this story is never smile at cab drivers. However, I didn't have to pay for the cab home.. I narrowly missed getting raped, and I have a cabby who loves me. Everything is ok with the world. |
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