I've got a few so I'll start off this thread. You can continue it likewise.
1. Met up with her. Cute as hell, tattoos, curly short hair, Drew Carey glasses, piercings... A little younger than I. Maybe by like 2 years. Took her to a drag show. Which she loved! Met her through friend of a friend. Thought the date went awesome. Never phoned me back after the first date. She spent most of the date talking to the other drag queens about how much she loved cock... *sigh*
2. Had been talking to this girl online for a few months. She didn't live close so we decided to meet up at pride. She was excited because she'd never been with 'gays' before only her straight friends, so she claimed to be excited to have a real "Pride Guide." Except....
Her idea of Pride was the mall... The MAC store, the kitchen outlet store and shopping for Mumus for her skeletal frame in Kensington Market.... During the date she lets it slip that she's 'having her meds adjusted'. We get to the MAC store and she starts freaking out because she can't find what she's looking for.
I ask if I can help her, what shade of foundation she's looking for. Except...
It's not for her. It's for a friend.
Okay... What colour are they? Except she doesn't know... Ooookaay...
Turns out she's buying it for her imaginary friends/ghosts of drag queen friends of margaret cho?
*cue twilight zone music*
We ditched her super fast after that...
3. Pride last year. Same sort of scenario. She lived way up north. Seemed like a sweet sane girl... Due to the death of Michael Jackson and the fact my friend is a HUGE MJ fan and was having a nervous breakdown I decided to come up a day early. With no hotel room, I naturally thought I'd be able to sleep on her couch for the one night with no problems seeing as we'd been talking for months and she seemed sane.
Nope. Nutty... Squirrellier than Skippy PB.
Start freaking out at me via text saying I was trying to 'fanagal' my way into her bed and that it wasn't going to happen!
I ended up splitting a hotel room with a friend instead.
Those are the only ones I can think of right now off the top of my head... LOL
And people wonder why I don't date more often... Le Sigh. I've been described as an Art Fag trapped in a Dyke's body... They're not far off..
1. Met up with her. Cute as hell, tattoos, curly short hair, Drew Carey glasses, piercings... A little younger than I. Maybe by like 2 years. Took her to a drag show. Which she loved! Met her through friend of a friend. Thought the date went awesome. Never phoned me back after the first date. She spent most of the date talking to the other drag queens about how much she loved cock... *sigh*
2. Had been talking to this girl online for a few months. She didn't live close so we decided to meet up at pride. She was excited because she'd never been with 'gays' before only her straight friends, so she claimed to be excited to have a real "Pride Guide." Except....
Her idea of Pride was the mall... The MAC store, the kitchen outlet store and shopping for Mumus for her skeletal frame in Kensington Market.... During the date she lets it slip that she's 'having her meds adjusted'. We get to the MAC store and she starts freaking out because she can't find what she's looking for.
I ask if I can help her, what shade of foundation she's looking for. Except...
It's not for her. It's for a friend.
Okay... What colour are they? Except she doesn't know... Ooookaay...
Turns out she's buying it for her imaginary friends/ghosts of drag queen friends of margaret cho?
*cue twilight zone music*
We ditched her super fast after that...
3. Pride last year. Same sort of scenario. She lived way up north. Seemed like a sweet sane girl... Due to the death of Michael Jackson and the fact my friend is a HUGE MJ fan and was having a nervous breakdown I decided to come up a day early. With no hotel room, I naturally thought I'd be able to sleep on her couch for the one night with no problems seeing as we'd been talking for months and she seemed sane.
Nope. Nutty... Squirrellier than Skippy PB.
Start freaking out at me via text saying I was trying to 'fanagal' my way into her bed and that it wasn't going to happen!
I ended up splitting a hotel room with a friend instead.
Those are the only ones I can think of right now off the top of my head... LOL
And people wonder why I don't date more often... Le Sigh. I've been described as an Art Fag trapped in a Dyke's body... They're not far off..
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