What’s Worse than Gettign Spam?
What’s worse than getting spam?
Getting spam from fucking losers.
So did I tell you that I almost picked a fight with a jerk on Saturday while in my inebriated condition? Oh gracious my. Big surprise to me on Saturday night to hit a party where two my my gal roommates and their lovely friend M were sitting at a table chilling and talking. We were scoping out the guys, playing a game of 10s (That’s where the group of chicks collectively scope out the 10 men who pass our table and we have to call out a claim on one. If you don’t claim one by the time then 10th one cruises by, you’re *stuck* with #10. It’s kind of like the Korean “Elevatoring” dating notion. Alas with these gals, there is no actual followup. You don’t even have to *talk* to the one you lay claim on. Whatever, not much ballsiness with these ladies, but they’re pretty cool regardless).
The running joke was that since I knew so many more of the folks at the party that the four of us ladies should sit in our booth and keep a chair open to audition any of my dude friends who happened to swing by, sit, and chat with us all. It was a game in jest to pass the time. I’m not *that* much of a diva. I’m just a girl and a relatively normal one at that. I returned from the bathroom to find a particularly uncouth dude sitting at our chair.
C & S & M, the gals who were stuck with someone that none in the group entertained to claim, poked me in the ribs and asked me if I could get the guy to leave.
I introduced myself to him under a pseudonym. Asked him kindly if he’d be so kind as to leave. He responded belligerently “Hey. Ok. So I’m not from California and I don’t know too much about the Asian scene but where I’m from in Florida…if you’re at a bar and you don’t want to talk to someone then *you* leave.”
So I responded. “Um.. ok. So you came, uninvited, to our table that we four were sitting at, minding our own business…and because *you* come, and make *us* four uncomfortable, *WE* have to leave?!”
He responded. “Well yeah.”
And I responded. “Uh.. no I don’t think so.”
To which he repeated his point with more volume.
The girls picked up their drinks and left for the neighboring table.
I walked over with one of my drinks and looked the fellow in the eye and said. “I hope you’re very pleased with yourself.”
I turned and dropped off one of the drinks from my table to the new table. I turned around to see this guy sulking in the seat by himself. He stood up, took the remaining drink from the table and threw it across the booth, all over the table and onto the seats.
My gal pals decided to leave the party shortly afterwards with a sour taste in their mouths from the incident. I later track down the guy, yank off my earrings and tell him that he’s an asshole and needs to learn some manners. Not only does he owe me an apology and to replace the drink, but to learn some serious etiquette. I lost my temper and cussed out his friend who tried to be managing the whole episode with as much composure over the issue as possible. Other dudes who witnessed the incident offered to buy all of us ladies a drink or whatever to cool me off but I wanted desperately to get the asshole expelled from the party. The jerk, the whole time, denying that he’d tossed my drink or acted in anyway inappropriately. It became a ridiculous “He Said” “She Said” issue and I’m rather embarrassed at myself for losing my temper like that.
After talking to the party promoter of the evening, he introduced me to the jerk.
“You owe me an apology.”
“Fine. I apologize.”
“You threw my drink. You owe me a drink.”
“I didn’t throw your drink. I didn’t see that.”
“I saw you throw my drink.”
After discussion with another friend the jerk finally asked if he could replace my drink. (Never apologizing or admitting that he’d spilled it in the first place)
Being angry and drinking your third long island ice tea is not a good combo. You tend to drink it too quickly which ultimately led to my undoing.
So I wanted to leave that little episode of jerkitude in the past but alas. Today’s spam for desperate single Asian American men.
From: “alexchiu2″
Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 01:41:56 -0000
Subject: Come to SFasian.com
Hi, this is Alex, the group organizer of Asian Singles’ Club of San Francisco. http://sfasian.com
Our group meets once or twice a month in San Francisco. We usually meet at a night club, a restaurant, or at somebody’s house for a BBQ or a pot luck. Sometimes, we will go roller blading at Golden Gate Park. Usually, 25 - 40 people would show up in every meeting. At least 85% of people who show up are asians. This is the best way for you to meet guys because so many guys will come to our meeting. You get to choose the ones that you like! Most of them are around 20 - 30 year-old. Everyone are very polite and easy to talk to.
You don’t have to be an asian to come to our meeting. But I hope that you are interested in meeting asians.
All you have to pay is your own expenses. For example, if we meet at a restaurant, you have to pay for your own food. If we meet at a dance club, you have to pay for your own ticket. If we do pot luck or BBQ at somebody’s house, you have to bring some food or help pay for the meat that we grill. If we go roller-blading, you have to buy your own roller-blades or rent one at Golden Gate Park.
When ever we have a meeting, we will notify our members via email. We will email you the date and the time of the meeting, where we meet, and what do we do. So if you would like to be on our mailing list, please visit http://sfasian.com .Then when ever there is an event, we will email you. Thanks.
PS. I don’t recommend actually visiting the website unless you enjoy an insane flurry of ugly popup ads. But then again… I have absolutely no qualms with directing any rice queens to the events that they host. After all…”This is the best way for you to meet guys because so many guys will come to our meeting. You get to choose the ones that you like! Most of them are around 20 - 30 year-old. Everyone are very polite and easy to talk to. “
Puah ha ha.
No Comments Yet