Dude, school is really cramping my style... Four 20 page papers due within the month... There go my weekends...

My Sixth Entry

Who is You?

I admire the fact that some of us will run into some of the most unexpected people. Like Sandra Bullock...Jevon Kearse...Barry Bonds...Tamamaifili Efi Tuioleotu Tuimalaliifano...and Santa Claus. But the question is, are they worth seeing if they don't remember you the next time they see you? I always wonder when I see someone that I haven't seen in about 5-10 years, if they will recognize me if we run into each other again? I think when you don't recognize a person or if you don't remember a persons name, then that would mean they didn't really impact your life in a way that was worth remembering. Point is, when you see these people, go for the jugular. I would grab mammeries, camel toes and cushion for the pushion. At least something sensual so that a person will never be forgotten.

End of My Sixth Entry

happy birthday, POIDOG!

CLUB BEYONCEE
i was at the same club as Beyoncee Knowles the other night. it was a dream come true...
i saw elizah dushku there too. and that brunette chick from Coyote Ugly...
i also ran into Sandra Bullock on the subway a few weeks ago.
and more recently...
i saw J-Lo's ass and Halle Barry through the window as i walking by TRL in Times2.

...I love New York.

My Fifth Entry

CLUB JET LI

As I can recall one long summer in the Biggity Biggity Bay, the crew decided to take a turn in lifestyle, and change up the scene. The highest priority was to get out more and explore our spiritual needs than what the world could give us. Mainly the spasm of debunked Jesuit college graduates that deeply believed in the right-wing education that was in the middle of the far left-wing capitals of the world. Anyhow, diving into the temptation fueled by a fruit of another sex, the one goal for that summer was basically to get ass. On another note, ass was not going to come to a bunch of studs sitting in their apartments drinking 40's and playing PS2, instead the mission was to go get it.

In an essence, our research led us to discover an upscale club which was never really advertised in the SF Weekly or the Lifestyle section of the Chronicle, but instead, we heard it from a Chinese friend our ours who claimed he bounced at a club not too far from the crib. On our way to the club, we tell each other that this night will not fail us. We will definitely score and score high. We roll up to the club entrance and there are about 5 or 6 kats in line, and they were all "Jiggy'd Out". Like big willies and Kenny Coles. Under dressed for the occassion, the crew got a funny ass look by the bouncers and the girls at the window. As we entered the club, we were greeted by this clown who dressed and looked DEAD ON like Jet Li. As we moved around the club to score on some honies...this Jet Li guy was following us around. As we posted up by the bar and looked around...each table had a bottle of Crown Royal and madd bottles of Wine all around. Each Table...and everyone in there were all Chinese...and one white girl. Then it was the crew.

As the bold and dedicated kats that we are, we were not to fail, the crew chases me to ask a chinese girl to dance. I spot a group of girls standing around and a friend of theirs just dancing in one place. I walk over to her and ask her. She looks at me like "I No Speak-Ah No English"...so I ask again, and as soon as I turn around accepting rejection, guess who is behind me looking over my shoulder....the Jet Li Clown. I finally notice his ear piece in his ear and the other bouncers starting to notice that the crew didn't belong. So we go the hell out of dodge, later to speculate that it was a private party held by the Chinese Mafia, or if the wanna be Jet Li actually knew enough Karate to kick my ass.

The point of it all is, girls that say NO with an accent, mean NO. Girls the say NO in plain english, mean YES.
Girls with their heads down mean, I AM A FREAK CAN YOU BREAK ME?

End of my Fifth Entry

OK, let me get this straight Mr. Splash, this happened on the street, on the outside of the car where people could see???? if so, that's HOT!! but anyway....I don't EVER wanna hear you thinking about the crew again in a situation like that, next time you better "Use your HEAD!" and not the one on your shoulders. Handle your business and don't worry about the crew, i'm sure they wouldn't miss you for the 5-10 minutes that you'll be gone...But anyway on a different note, I was at this club the other nite, strictly black and mexican crowd (it was free to get in)....but anyway among this crowd there''s a bunch of the typical filipina girls, like 5 or 6 of them, just chillin all in a line against the wall, not really talkin or drinking, jus watchin, no guys givin them love or anything....so i was like aight, i know these girls want some attention, so i go up to one of them and ask if they want to dance, and she says, "maybe later" and i continue to ask her friends with her if they wanted to dance, and they were like "i'm cool"....ok i don't get it, is it just me, or what...or maybe they were waiting for some brothas to show them love....none of them were really all that, i just wanted to dance....so whaaatt's Difference??? does this have to do with that whole thing how filipina girls always look down when they see another guy? even if it was me, it's not like i'm tryin to marry this girl, maybe get some ass, but that's it....unless girls like this like goin to clubs, and don't talk, drink, and just chill and peep the scene.....i dunno....tv ish really amazing yuh know!

My Fourth Entry:

This one night I went to a club with some of the crew from college, I met up with this one tall latina chick. This chick was slim, very blessed with DD's, and these lips that just said HEAD CLINIC. To give you a better picture, she was from Evergreen College. So we start dancin and grovin, and by the end of the night, she had pinned me up against the wall, hella bumpin and grindin her backside all up against my package. By that time, I was all up on her Double D's and her bellybutton. Then the last song came on, and she told me that she wanted to leave the club. I came with the crew, so I asked if she wouldn't mind sticking around long enough for the crew to get together and make plans for after the club. And she said, "I only have one plan", as she grabbed my package. I looked at her, then tought about the crew, and then looked at her again...then thought about the crew...

I told her alright well let's go outside, as soon as we get to her car, and as we proceed to engage in swapping saliva, a pair of highbeams come up from behind us. It was a car full of all her girl-friends. The car full of girls tell her to come on, and that they were on their way to Denny's. I return back to the crew and we head to Denny's. As we approach I see her car parked and two shaowy figures on the side of it. As we park about 4 cars away, and I walk up closer to her car...I see one of the shadowy figures dissappear below the car and out of sight. As I stand about a car length away, I see the taller figure jump on to hood, and begins to rock back and forth, like "bedroom" type rocking. As I get a closer look, the girl on the hood is the latina chick from the club, and the other person, who i thought dissappeard, was kneeling against the car, head in between the latina chick's legs. As the other figure slowly came up, it was clear to me that the state of confusion I was in changed my view on latina freaks. The other person was a girl-friend of hers, from the parking lot at the club. Guess "eating out" at Denny's is always a good thing. I'll I have the GRAND SLAM BREAKFAST....

End of my Fourth Entry

speaking of farting.....don't you guys hate it, when your always somewhere in public, and you gotta cut one? and of course, it's not just a dinker to first base, but more like barry bonds mcCovey cove splash...so what do you do? do you just hold it in, which comes with the harsh stomach pains in the end? just let it loose? or my technique, which i have mastered from many different situations, let it out slowly, not too fast, the main thing is to have control, be careful not to look at anyone that'll make you laugh or all hell will break loose, i like to do it in lil segments, so the whole stank don't come all at once. But after it's all out, and it hella stanks, just do what everyone else does, look around dumb-founded and act like you don't smell it, Even tho you know it smells and may cause you to gag, the people around you know it smells, but know will ever say anything, so your all good, i KNOW for a fact that other people use this mastered technique of mine as well, because either people smell like fart, or they be releasing using the guaranteed no-detection technique when they need to. and they know that no one's gonna say anything....girls on the other hand, have some shame and have to go away from everyone else just to fart, unless they've been w/their boyfriend for a long time, where i have some experience w/that, and all i got to say is "DAMN!!" you girls can represent!!

On Farting...
Yeah I fully agree... nothing says loving like a girl farting in front of you/ on you/ with you...
In fact, I've always believed that farting is an indicator of how much a girl really loves you:

Ladies, take my Farting Quiz:
1) You've been serious with a guy for 6 months, you're watching tv together on the couch. The chili you ate for dinner is really starting to kick in and you have to release one soon... Do you
a) politely excuse yourself and go to the bathroom
b) say "Excuse me, honey, I gotta go fart" and then go to the bathroom.
c) let one rip with warning
d) let one rip without warning.

2) You're having sex with your boyfriend when all of a sudden you accidentally let out some gas (whether it's a queef or a fart- that's your choice). Do you
a) get embarrassed and pretend that nothing happened
b) smile and shyly say something like "oh sorry"
c) start laughing and come back with a funny comment about the gas release
d) attempt to queef/fart again or encourage him to fart too

SCORE:
Mostly a's) YOU DON'T LOVE HIM AT ALL
Mostly b's) YOU DON'T LOVE HIM THAT MUCH
Mostly c's) YOU'RE STARTING TO LOVE HIM
Mostly d's) YOU'RE IN LOVE

A poem by The Stallion entitled:

Ode to Fart
inspired by Poi Dog..

Oh how I like to fart
With the wind that i part
on the bus and on the bart
What a way to show a girl your heart

So don't be stupid and hold the dart,
let it out, but be smart.
Tell everyone around to get a headstart
Before you unleash your fart

Happy Tuesday!

My Third Entry

They Fart They Really Do

Okay I have been absent from Blog writing only because life as a 007 SPY (minus the women, of course) is tough.
Suggestion for Stallion. When girls look the other way, from my experience, it's because they want you to say wassup. They want to draw attention to them. It's justification for them being innocent of giving you the "bedroom" looks.

It happens to me all the time. After I fight off any assumptions that she is trying to avoid conversation, I step it up and swing for the fences. Only to fly out in the bottom of the 9th with the winning run on base. The point to all of this nonsense is that they really want you to step it up. The Shy "Darlene" look is not to make you believe that she doesn't want you to talk to her...but more of her wanting you to work it more. To see what game you really have. Now, I never gave "Darlene" the goodnight kiss that she probably wanted, but I gave her enough of a laxed line, to hook it and draw it in for a rainy day. Of course, that line has long snapped and more Darlene's have come and gone, but one thing was consistant, they were freaks!

I wouldn't know about kissing a girl whose saliva tastes like throw up, but I do know a guy who does. It's like one of those things, where you never want to go there, but because someone else has that you know...then that is good enough? Like the age old question, do girls fart? and if they do, what the hell does it smell like? See girls would never want you to hear or smell their farts, so they hold it in until they have to pee. I know because I've heard them do it in my old bathroom. But they would love to someday find that trust that you will accept the fact that they do cut hershey squirts everynow and then, and that their farts could be much crucial and rancid then yours...but until then, they will continue to avoid you and put their heads down.

Does that make any sense?????

End of my Third Entry

Crappy day in the Bay Area today. Trees fallin', windy as hell, all kinds of rain.. fat rain, side rain, etc.. Might not go out this weekend since the weather is going to suck. But let me throw this question out there for us to amuse ourselves with while we are indoors.. (and let's keep this short and to the point)..

Why do most Asian/Pacific Islander girls, turn the other way when they see Asian/Pacific Islander guys? Is it just me or does anyone feel me on this? Do they think we might try and mack on them since we are of a similar background? Are they just shy? I was thinking maybe I didn't wear deodorant that day or something, or maybe cuz they know I'm the Stallion! (haha), no but seriously, it happens alot.. when I go to the gym, grocery store, and especially at the Mall! I was at the gym the other day sitting down and this young Filipina girl walked by and totally put her head down! It was hilarious as if I was going to mack on the 18 year old.. (wait.. is that the legal age? haha. j.k. The Stallion does have morals). But it's funny. fat ones, skinny ones, it doesn't matter... Maybe I'm looking way into this.. or maybe it's happened to others..

Suggestions for the Stallion??

like Linkin Park says" the journey is more important than the end or the start" and that's the truth, because in the end it doesn't matter. you should just try to live life each day, and thank the Big Guy upstairs if you still wake up the next day, or that's how i see it anyway...try to have fun when you can and don't let anybody discourage you, and also fights, arguments, and disagreements that we have in life that end up ruining friendships, are all useless, if people can just learn to not think about themselves, then maybe we can forget about being angry, n just be happy we're alive, life is short, and being mad all the time, ain't gonna make you live longer, so just take advantage of what's in front of you and put all that nonsense that gives you unneeded stress and high blood pressue aside, if you think about it, there is always someone out there that has it 100x worse than you...i could probably go on for a while, but since everyone is writing these long ass blogs, i'll end it here, too much reading, long blogs are only good at a slow day at work

Keeping IT Real (K.I.R.)
Older White Women... hmm.. That's interesting.. Like I said.. all girls are freaks.. period. You can put a "Stallion Stamp" on it.. Hey.. that has a nice ring to it.. I'll start using that..

Anyways, the Stallion is not the "Master" of anything except for trying to live life to the fullest and keeping it real. The method of my madness is nothing more than a few observations and learned experiences. Stuff that appears as a simple, progressive blurb through life, but actually is more than that. There's alot to learn in this world when you take a step back for a second and observe all the things around you. You see.. not many people are observative anymore or use the world or the things around them to check themselves.. Our world has become such a selfish place and rightfully so. A majority of us are all trying to get our careers together, struggling to take care of ourselves, make more money, and don't take the time to see around our own circle. I understand that some were dealt a tough hand in life and have been supporting themselves since birth, but there seems to be less care in the world, less interaction, and more need for personal success.

Life to most is like a plan, trying to find it and scheduling it rather than living it. Even with trying to find love. Why is that around 25-30 years old, there's this pressure to marry? This is the critical period for most people to find love. Especially if you are a Filipino woman. I know my pinay sisters can vouch. You should see my older girl cousins who aren't married yet. It's like your family thinks there's something wrong with you, or you're lesbian, or you're too stuck up.. Too funny.. And it doesn't matter that you got a phat job with multiple degrees and a dog.. you feel me?

The bottomline is this: Life is not a plan.. it's a journey. A journey that has no plot or subtitles, but is rather a constant struggle of learning how to progress as you endure success and confront adversity and failures. And the trick is figuring out how all of this is going to better yourself. How you can learn from it all. Because one common theme of all the successful people in this world in any line of work comes down to the ability to listen to other people, and whether it's good or bad, learn something from it. Put a "Stallion Stamp" on that mutha f**ka!

Sorry to get deep, but on a gloomy day here in SF on "Hump Day" it seemed appropriately appropriate...

K.I.R.

My Second Entry

Older White Women....

1) Never happened to me
2) Your Hypothesis is true. More true than Randy Moss as starting QB
3) I would want all Filipino girls act like this. Samoan girls are too rough to play like that.
4) Always hit it, if and when you can

The Friend...

Winning her over: 1) JR is the Master of Drunken Technique
2) Stallion is Master of Bad Guy rebound
3) Who ever wants sloppy seconds?

Older White Women

Since Splash wrote two topics in one day, I'll follow in his lead and write 2 entries today also. My topic is something that I wonder what the rest of the boys think about... it's the topic of Older White Women...

Here's why I ask... On Thursday Night (Halloween), I was dressed up like Enrique Iglesias. Every bar that I walked into, all these older White women would flock to me, throw themselves on me, take pictures with me, and grab my ass... On Friday night, I went to another bar... As I was sitting there order a drink, an older White woman struck up a conversation with me and eventually bought me a drunk... On Sunday afternoon I was taking the train to Queens with my brother and an older White lady started talking to us, asked us what our ethnic background was, said "Ah that's a really good mix" (Hello, I told her I was 100% Pilipino), and then said something to the effect of "you're hot."

This is something that is pretty typical when I go out... White women flock to me, pinay women play hard to get, and all the other women fall somewhere in between... Because of this experience, I developed this hypothesis that ALL White women want to have at least ONE one-night stand with a man of color (particularly Brothas or Latin Lovers)... And since I can pass for the latter, I regularly fit this equation... I prove my hypothesis on a regular basis when I go to a club where there are White people present, start grooving on the dance floor by myself, and then within minutes at least one or two White women start dancing close to me, eventually freakin me...

Some of these women start throwing themselves at you, others start grabbing your private areas, and at the very least they buy you a drink... This works particularly well when it's a bunch of White women together (especially Bachelorette parties), when they've already had a little bit to drink, and when you, yourself are a good-looking guy. I haven't tested my hypothesis in California, but it's pretty much supported through my experiences in both the Midwest and NYC.

So my question to the rest of you is:
1) Does this happen to anyone else?
2) Is my hypothesis true?
3) Would you rather have Filipina/Samoan/Asian girls act like this?
4) Would you take advantage of this (i.e. hit that pukangkang)???

"The Friend"

That "Friend" category that the Stallion talks about is an interesting one... However, I think that it's important to understand that in most cases, if you ARE in that friend category, that you can only stay in that category for about 2 months before your "chances" are out the window... I agree w/ stallion that it is better to move to the "Friend" Spot instead of moving into the "Reject" spot, but my only caveat is USE YOUR TIME WISELY... If you don't act quick, she may soon call you "Kuya" and by then the game is over. And the only loser is YOU.

However, if you don't have the time during that 2 month period to "cross over," (and she still hasn't called you her "kuya") then never fear, there are still a few ways to win her over:
1) Both get drunk, profess your love, and get some booty...
2) Be a good friend, wait for the "bad guy" to break her heart, and get some booty...
3) Be a good friend, become good friends w/ her best girl friend, and she'll convince her that you two should be more than friends... leading to you getting some booty...

It's a simple equation... And hey, if it works on every teen movie ever made, then it can work in your life too...

Welcome Splash. What's up PoiDog.

Wow.. Mr. Splash makes a huge splash. The man needs no introduction.. but on a serious note.. What the F#$#_($* are you talking about? Halloween? I got lost after the Hulk costume! Boy's Night Out Topic bro! You want to ramble, Go talk to the pigs! haha. But let me give everyone my endorsement that Mr. Splash is the king of random thoughts and be prepared to reach the next dimension.. He is truly a step ahead of everyone else and a "it's not you, it's me" line away from breaking another breezie's heart. Break it down young brutha! Just wait till "The Shark" gets his act together and this post will start bringing the pain in all directions! Splash.. tell me about "walking out that door and never looking back!" haha

The Stallion Endorsement

De-Kon-StruCk-ion

My first entry.

Were you ever taught that having sex was a sin? Did you grow up believing that Santa Clause was actually the one delivering presents? How about growing with your first relationship thinking that being a "big time Sap" would get you more play? I am experiencing quite an emotional ride at this point in time...due to De-Kon-Struck-IonIsm

Life for me starts off with not finding enough time to sleep. Sleep has become optional. My Career has become MANDATORY! Sucks but its true. You know how after college or, for some, after high school, you try and find that niche to move into. One that will service your needs and maintain essential activities that eventually lead to the everlasting goal of Success and Wealth. Well, my doubtfullness and search, has brought me into a position where there is neither success nor wealth, yet it compromises my Life and Safety. Just because I am not part of the bigger picture that makes things work. I am instead a part of the picture that says "what needs to be done", or "manage" the parts that do work, but I am the managed one. The "-URE" in the words Bigger Picture.

Well in all my business, preparations for Halloween have come and gone unnoticed. I don't remember the last time that I went Trick or Treating, but I do remember my first costume. My mom bought me this plastic "Incredible Hulk" mask from Toys R Us, and the matching suit. Halfway through the night, I noticed that there was a burning sensation on my bottom lip. Because the mask only equipped my face with a 2 MICRO-meter hole to breathe out of, the surrounding portion of the MICRON hole, rubbed up against my bottom lip ALL FRICKIN NIGHT. The rubbing turned into an ugly ass sore. By the time I got to the last couple of houses, the people would open the door and say...WOW Incredible Hulk...then I would take off my mask to say trick or treat, as my lip was exposed, the people at the door instantly display horrific looks like...GOOODDDAAAMMMMNNNN!! You got some kind of...something on your lip. Well because of that, I didn't get the cool candies, only a hand full of Smarties. Who the hell likes smarties anyway....

Anyhow, growing up in this tradition...it was all about dressing up and getting candy. Dressing up and Getting Candy. Later on in life, it was anticipating that next scary flick to be released...what is the next Jason plot....is there really a Norman Bates Motel. In your adult life, Halloween is just another excuse to throw a party and get some ass. I remember in college, I went to this Halloween party thrown by some Guam students. As I entered, everyone was all dressed up...however, I was just there to party and get some ass. I outgrew the dressing up stage. However, I did sport a Penn State Football Jersey and told everyone that I was Lavar Arrington. I should have worn a mask at least, because when they saw Mr. Splash, they hurried me to the Bar saying we are gonna play "Quarters". Awww...heck, to satisfy the partying portion of the evening, I engaged in the game designed for alcoholics...and got so thrown off my rocker, that I forgot the main reason why I was there...to try and get some ass. I guess that was a good thing, because the only person talking to me and enjoying my presence at the party, was this 300 lb. Guamanian dude, who would have squashed Mr. Splash in a second.

As the night continued I woke up the next morning with the fattest headache and No Ass. It wasn't until the Halloween of 1999...when I opted not to party, but to concentrate on gettin some lovin. Well it worked. I wore my costume on the inside and put on the best facade I could without giving up my position. We eventually made things happen, and she has been angry with me ever since. I told her that we would go together to this one party, and when we got there, it was a party full of "wanna-be" funny caucasians that were playing with spirit boards and magic potion books. I looked up the quick love potion, Splashing Coconut Juice, and the rest of the evening was culture.

Since, Halloween hasn't been the same. Now my culture and family are trying to De-Kon-Struck my past belief that Halloween is a FUN day to celebrate. They are now telling all the kids that Halloween is an evil day brought out by Satan to mislead you into wanting to ruin your teeth with candy and fool you with demonic interpretations of Christ. What the heck...let Halloween be Halloween. But now they call it, Hall-leluia Night, instead of Halloween Night. Shoot, I can sing Kumbia, when I feel like it, but when i have the chance to try and get Candy, Faded, and some Ass, Why should I change? In spite of this current tragedy, I didn't get any of the above this year, so I guess I have to find a new day to move my celebrations to....Ground Hog Day?????

End of my first entry....

check check...can you hear me in the back....check check....
Hand Me the Keys you f%$#&@ C#!%sucking MuthaF&^%$@#!!!

Testing...one two...one two...mic check...one two...one two....

CONSERVABITCHES
On the real... Poi Dog made some interesting points. Here's my take on the so-called Conservabitches.. Yes, they are all freaks.. In fact, all girls are freaks. And all guys for that matter.. Girls just don't want to admit it because people will think they are sluts if they do. But let's face it. We all love to do it. We love the feeling (after anyways.. haha) . And no girl (except one I know who said her man has a bent penis) will ever deny not liking sex if they've done it more than once. The conservatism is an act. Would you rather they act that way or pretend like they're having a good time when they're actually making fun of you and having you buy them drinks? ALL LADIES ARE GUILTY OF THAT!

To be honest with you, these Conservabitches are the ones I like. The quiet ones that don't go out much and appear married to their job and don't give guys the time of day. Because it takes a real woman to know how to deal with slimeballs and dawgs like us.. I mean.. c'mon.. we're all dawgs.. we talk about girls constantly and not about how cool we think they are either, if you know what I mean.. It's almost like I prefer they act this way because I hate talking to girls who are open books. There's no fun in that.. The fun is in trying to conquer the girl who won't let anybody in..

The reality is this: These girls aren't busy or tired.. Nor are they conservative or have anything stuck up their ass.. I honestly believe that they are just looking for a good time! And I mean a "really" good time.. Good conversation, a little dancing, laughs, drinking.. the whole nine. They don't necessarily want guys to pick up on them or be interested in them, they want guys to be dynamic and share a laugh with them... Being completely non-threatening and just laid back with no appeared (I stress the word "appeared"!!) alterior motives. The minute you mention something about a boyfriend, try to mack, or even have a smile that insinuates like you got a plan, I guarantee that you will be soon preparing for the cold shoulder. Believe me.. they love the attention you give them when you can have a good conversation with them, not when you tell them how beautiful they are..

Because these girls are smart.. and can see through most guys. How often do you hear a girl complain about how some guy tried to pick up on them? It happens all the time and unless you look like Brad Pitt, they aren't going to give you the time of day. So.. it's almost like you have to not pay attention to them to get their attention. You have to take 2 steps back before you can take a step forward.. You feel me on that?

This approach may put you in the "friend" category for the meantime, but better in that category then the "He tried to pick up on me and I denied him" category, right? Because everytime you see her, she's going to remember you as that..

So my advice with the Conservabitches: lay back, don't seem like you care about them, and just party with them!! Because that's what they want to do initially! Then they'll get comfortable and then once you're passed all the fronts, you'll see how much of a freak she really is! Because According to the Stallion's Mentor, if you want to get woman you must do the following:

Treat a woman like a whore, and a whore like a woman...

THE STALLION SPEAKS...

hey bro....i think u do need to relax w/the alcohol because in my mind it is the worse drug out there....because you can have the best night of your life and not even remember a damn thing, you can also have the worse night of your life, which helps, but it sucks when people look at you like an ass for something you have no clue that you did the last night, but whatever who cares...the best part about alcohol is that it's legal....so anyway, halloween last night, went to a party, it was aight, some people there, only about two good looking chicks there, well mainly one, her friend made her look good, guess it was because they were both dressed the same (fairies)

so anyway i was trying to talk to this girl all night who was w/her friend....i don't know if it was me or if this girl is one of those types that don't have fun at clubs or bars...this is usually the type that don't really like to drink and don't really go out...but what's the difference!
i mean if your gonna go out, especially if you don't go out that often, i think you should have fun and enjoy yourself, well i dunno, maybe it was me who was preventing her from having the good time...but i think there are those girls, the real conservative type, that work a lot, don't go out much, and seem like they're real quiet....meaning that they are the biggest closet freaks out there!! if yuuhhhnaaww what i'm saying!! but shoot, it's hard to talk to them and get them to open up, especially at the clubs, which makes me lose interest....they can look hot or whatever, but I know they can't be having a good time if they are just chillin on the side... i mean "come on girl, don't try to fake it, get out there, and let me see you SHAKE IT!!" so great OBI WAN.....how do I get the freaky deakiness out of them? i mean i couldn't get no love even on halloween, but i don't probably mess w/that type anyway... too much work for a brotha just tryin have a good time and just make some friends.....oh well i'll just stick to the mags that dance w/whoever starts freaking them from behind, at least they know how to get down, kinda, n like to drink...but i'll keep my radar open for that one conservative girl that never has fun at the clubs, but goes out anyway, but is the biggest freak!!