Herm, I’m scared to "strip off" myself in public, but well here it goes.
I know I’m a girl with that simple life and yes my blog wouldn’t be as interesting as other people’s blog, but well I do have some fun times too.
*sad tone*
Anyway, I went out with my cousin two weeks ago, and now then I kinda feel like telling the world what happen to me.
We went to a nearby bar. And to be honest I was not expecting anything that night. But then again, anything can happen. Had a couple of drinks. Drank and drank…. Until I realized I had too much. I had some shots and kept drinking and drinking.
When I first enter the bar I looked purely innocent, didn’t do anything much. Moved like few inches only. But then, everything went crazy when I got a little bit tipsy.
I had to dance to all those songs, I think to myself.
Although the songs are kinda weird and not really my taste, I just had to dance to it.
After a few crazy sexy moves, I felt the kick of the shots and glasses of beer I drank. Wohoo! I started to become a little braver.
A guy kept looking at me.
In fact there were a couple of guys that kept looking at me, oh wait, staring at me and checking me out. I noticed that but nah, I couldn’t care less.
Until, a waiter came up to me and told me a guy wanted to buy me a drink.
I wanted to be a nice person, so, I walk towards him and introduce myself.
The conversation went smoothly as I had no trouble talking to a guy, even a stranger.
Honestly I couldn’t remember anything much, I just remembered him caressing me abit and asking me to go to Ipoh with him to meet his mum.
I was drunk. I couldn’t really think well at that time.
I did not really remember what I said to him but I think I was still sober enough to say no to his drink and to Ipoh.
I remembered giving him my phone number though and it was an awful mistake.
The next day he called me. He kept calling and calling me. I couldn’t tahan and I decided to just pick up his call.
The guy: hey Jackie, why didn’t u pick up my phone call just now?
Me: erm, I was sleeping. Sorry.
The guy: I don’t get it. I called you so many times and you still did not pick up.
Please don’t lie to me. I want us to be honest to each other. Don’t cheat on me.
Me: (thinking)[ what the heck? Who are you to me? You’re not even friend!]
Herm, I’m sorry okay next time I will pick up.
The phone line got cut.
Two days later he called me again. But I just couldn’t. I did not pick up his phone call. He’s freaking weird. His calls were endless. Everyday. Ergh.
Last night, he sent me a msg. It was a Sex message. I was extremely offended by it.
Now, I’m positive I’m never going to talk to that guy again.
Note: If you met a guy in the bar..
Would you give your phone number to him?
a) he could be a nice sweet guy and the guy you’ve been looking for, in your entire life or
b) He’s a weird guy just like the guy I met.
How? Would you give him your number?
in conclusion, GUYS IN BARS ARE DESPERADOS?!
I know I’m a girl with that simple life and yes my blog wouldn’t be as interesting as other people’s blog, but well I do have some fun times too.
*sad tone*
Anyway, I went out with my cousin two weeks ago, and now then I kinda feel like telling the world what happen to me.
We went to a nearby bar. And to be honest I was not expecting anything that night. But then again, anything can happen. Had a couple of drinks. Drank and drank…. Until I realized I had too much. I had some shots and kept drinking and drinking.
When I first enter the bar I looked purely innocent, didn’t do anything much. Moved like few inches only. But then, everything went crazy when I got a little bit tipsy.
I had to dance to all those songs, I think to myself.
Although the songs are kinda weird and not really my taste, I just had to dance to it.
After a few crazy sexy moves, I felt the kick of the shots and glasses of beer I drank. Wohoo! I started to become a little braver.
A guy kept looking at me.
In fact there were a couple of guys that kept looking at me, oh wait, staring at me and checking me out. I noticed that but nah, I couldn’t care less.
Until, a waiter came up to me and told me a guy wanted to buy me a drink.
I wanted to be a nice person, so, I walk towards him and introduce myself.
The conversation went smoothly as I had no trouble talking to a guy, even a stranger.
Honestly I couldn’t remember anything much, I just remembered him caressing me abit and asking me to go to Ipoh with him to meet his mum.
I was drunk. I couldn’t really think well at that time.
I did not really remember what I said to him but I think I was still sober enough to say no to his drink and to Ipoh.
I remembered giving him my phone number though and it was an awful mistake.
The next day he called me. He kept calling and calling me. I couldn’t tahan and I decided to just pick up his call.
The guy: hey Jackie, why didn’t u pick up my phone call just now?
Me: erm, I was sleeping. Sorry.
The guy: I don’t get it. I called you so many times and you still did not pick up.
Please don’t lie to me. I want us to be honest to each other. Don’t cheat on me.
Me: (thinking)[ what the heck? Who are you to me? You’re not even friend!]
Herm, I’m sorry okay next time I will pick up.
The phone line got cut.
Two days later he called me again. But I just couldn’t. I did not pick up his phone call. He’s freaking weird. His calls were endless. Everyday. Ergh.
Last night, he sent me a msg. It was a Sex message. I was extremely offended by it.
Now, I’m positive I’m never going to talk to that guy again.
Note: If you met a guy in the bar..
Would you give your phone number to him?
a) he could be a nice sweet guy and the guy you’ve been looking for, in your entire life or
b) He’s a weird guy just like the guy I met.
How? Would you give him your number?
in conclusion, GUYS IN BARS ARE DESPERADOS?!
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