Here is the quote that sums up tonight:
"Ok. So here we are, coming home at 2 o'clock in the morning, and neither of us got laid."
[Context: Two timid queer freshmen set out on a Friday night to go to a GLBT party and hopefully satiate their burning, long-oppressed sexual desires. At 2 AM, they find themselves in the middle of the city, waiting for the bus and reflecting on the surrounding social scene into which they just can't seem to assimilate.]
"God, people will blow smoke in your face, but they won't talk to you."
Yeah, tell me about. At least we know that it's them, not us.
"Well, hey, you were able to get a little buzz out of it. I mean, I just sat there."
I guess so. At least I was able to ~giggle~ while they blew their smoke in my face.
Oh yeah, and then I got to sit in the apartment, downing water and wondering why the only girls I meet are online.
So yeah, I'm just a little down on lesbians tonight.
Thanks to Tiki.
I hope that's the right address.