Night out at YoYo

I honestly wasn’t originally going to post about this night but I was telling C about my night and she found this pretty hilarious and a good story to share so I’m going to write about what happened. Also it’ll be a good story to read about when I’m older ha ha.

On a Saturday night I went to Yoyo with some friends and we managed to get a table to sit and drink, which was good because all I wanted to do was to sit and drink and not meet anyone new or talk to anyone I didn’t know. I honestly hadn’t cause up with my friend in a while and I wanted to catch up with her so that’s why.

Throughout the night there were a couple of guys that had hit on me but there was one guy in particular that was pretty persistent. Anyway, this guy came up to me while I was sitting at the table with my friends and he sat down next to me, much to my dismay. (Remember, all I wanted to do that night was talk to my cousin and drink, not meet anyone new.)

Call me a bitch but when he sat down I rejected him straight away. I told him that seat was taken to avoid talking to him but he didn’t realise I wasnt interested and instead he goes, “oh but c’mon I just want to have a chat” so obviously I let him take the seat and let him talk. When we did it honestly felt like a god damn interrogation, but that was because I didn’t ask him the question back as in I wasn’t like “how about you?”. After a while he got bored and left, and I must add in here that I gave him a fake phone number when he asked for my number. I told K this and I swear she subtly implied that I made a bitchy move. Eh.

Anyway not long after he left he came back and wanted to talk some more so naturally I let him even though I couldn’t be bothered/didn’t have the energy to converse. He asks me what I want to talk about but I couldn’t think up of a topic so I pointed out the fact he’s the one who wanted to talk and therefore he should be the one leading the conversation. He goes, “good point, what do you like to do in your spare time?”

I was literally like “stuff” and he probably thought I was some bitchy-ass bimbo. After that the conversation died for a bit and he turned his head away from me then turned back to me and he smiled. And then that was the funny thing that happened. The moment of the story that C found so funny she continued to make jokes about this moment for the rest of the night.

He drooled.

Yes he smiled at me and then drooled. After that he let out a laugh which came off somehow quite creepy but at the same time made me laugh my ass off.

After that he walked off and didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night.