feeling not so "groovy"
spent all day cooped up inside on a beautiful day studying for my quiz. thought i would reward myself by meeting up with Q2 for drinks at angel share after class. with our busy work schedules, our impromptu get togethers after work have all but ceased so we were both looking forward to hanging out.
class ended promptly at 8:30 and was at our chosen destination by 9 (even made a pit stop for my favorite wasabi fumi furikake at sunrise market). most of the seats were taken so we opted for the bar. i ordered the "groovy", a refreshing drink made with yuzu and shiso leaf. we chatted an hour away and had a second round.
feeling the need for change, we decided to hit up decibel- an underground sake bar just steps away. the host directed us to our seats. as we settled in, Q2 started sniffing the air and crinkling her nose.
Q2: do you smell that?
V: china smell?
(if you've been to china, you know that there is this unmistakable odor- associated with subways, little alleys, etc)
Q2: it smells like urine. ugh, i can't take it. . let's move.
V: ok. motioning to the server. can we move?
S: sure.
we get up to look around. the only seats are at a short bar right next to the entranceway.
V: wanna sit here?
Q2: hmm. i don't know.
as the server tries to assist Q2, a random asian guy walks by and asks me where the bathroom is.
V: huh? i don't know.
RAG: oh, sorry, i thought you work here.
uh, yea RIGHT! all the guys that work here are wearing robes with japanese characters on it and i'm wearing a brown/beige polka dot dress. but ok, let's give him the benefit of the doubt.
V: nope. sorry.
eventually Q2 and i decide to go back to the original seats. we order 2 glasses of sake and edamame to share. we chat. we order 2 more glasses of sake. by now, we've both reached our limit and decide to call it a night. when we walk the stairs, we see RAG and his friend smoking cigs by the doorway.
RAG: sorry, i really thought you worked there. leaving already?
V: no worries. yea, it's late.
RAG: what is your background anyways.
V: guess.
and guess he did. . every nationality under the sun. japanese. taiwanese. malaysian. singaporean. siamese?!!? pretty sad pick up line i have to say. not only is it generic, but it shows he can't tell one asian from another!!!
so lessons to be learned?
guys- can we be more please just be sincere. what happened to "hi, my name is X, what's your name?"
for me- 2 drink maximum when i have to go to work the next morning. . woke up feeling not so groovy.
5 comments:
Wouldn't have worked either. "Hi, I'm Hansel, what's your name?" "Valkyrie". "Awesome! Hey uh, do you know where the bathroom is?"
Can't see it. 'course he does sound like a cheap punk to me, bereft of any class. Now Rockenheimer, having class up the yin yang, would probably have proceeded as follows:
"Yo! Babe! You're a smokin' hot piece o' tail and I'm gonna do you a favor and lay some of this good lovin' all over you. Turn around - now!"
A winner every time...
::laughs:: gotta love your redundancy...or learn to cut 'n' paste bebeh.
-dork.
dork! learn to cut a woman some slack- we aren't perfect!
i don't get dork's criticism; if it's that your posts are redundant, i'd encourage him to consider the fact that though there may be consistent themes, the stories are different. from my POV, i think about how if it's getting old for dork (or me) to read these experiences, i can only imagine how old it must be for you to be living them.
i would encourage you, though, to imagine what it must be like for us boys, who often (especially outside of the northeast) are forced to come up with some way to break the ice. it's harrowing, you know. there was a woman who spent some months in drag (a la "black like me," but for gender instead of race), experiencing the dating scene as a man. she had some interesting insights on this point, as i recall. anyway, though, that's not to absolve most of us for sucking. ~AH
I think Dork was referring to some text V had forgotten at the end of her day's post, that got posted anyway along with the rest of that entry - an obvious pre-review oversight. It was maybe two sentences long and out-of-context where it sat. Subsequently, The V removed it. I might be completely wrong though, but that's what it sounded like the reference was in regard to.
Still... 5 comments on one post! Valencia's readership is obviously going North...
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