Psycho Bitch

Congratulations to myself. I have officially entered into a new phase of my life, called the "run-down" phase. This weekend was good and bad. Let me start off with the bad side.


Girl from my hometown wanted to come up (herein referred to as "Psycho Bitch"). Psycho Bitch asked me on Thursday night if she could come up for the weekend. Me, knowing full well her scandalous attitude, of course, had to contemplate. Now you may wonder why I had to contemplate, when naturally, a girl asks if she can stay with you for the weekend. Well, I don't call her a Psycho Bitch for no reason.


Question: Why is she a Psycho Bitch?
Answer: I've known Psycho Bitch for a while. And we were never close. But the slight closeness we had, I've known that she wasn't "normal". She was highly suicidal at one point, in which she discussed writing this as an admissions essay to Undergrad, and I know that some screw is loose inside her brian.


Question: So why the FUCK would you let her come up?
Answer: Have you ever met a naturally endowed ASIAN girl with the breast size of a DD? Thought so.



So, getting back to my point - after weighing the benefits and the disadvantages, I thought I could take listening into Psycho Bitch talk in return for... *cough cough*. Yet, Psycho Bitch suceeded. I found out that it isn't one screw that's loose in her head, but I think she may be missing an entire lobe. Some examples: I don't mind paying for dinner, etc, but when I do, at least say THANKS or OFFER TO PAY when the check comes out - DON'T JUST FUCKING STARE AT THE CHECK AND SEE ME TAKE IT. Second - OFFER TO PAY FOR CAB RIDES YOU FUCKING PSYCHO BITCH. Third - you're a GUEST, remember that. Yes, my roommate and I don't live in the nicest apartment in Manhattan, and it's a walk-up, but DO NOT HAVE THE BALLS TO FUCKING BITCH ABOUT OUR PLACE.


This is just common etiquette, something that Psycho Bitch apparently did not learn. One of the things that truly annoys me is the lack of common courtesy/respect. Call me a hypocrite for objectifying women (if you're confused, read posts below), but at least I have a sense of decency and respect. But to TOP IT OFF, this is the kind of SHIT I had to listen to last night, that just wanted me to hurry up and pack her shit and never talk to her for the rest of my life. Psycho Bitch was on the phone, and these were the words coming out from her mouth: "Listen, I'm going to be making so much money, so you better treat me with respect", "I'm as good as it gets from [Hometown]" (note: besides her body which I do credit her for, her face looks like it got slammed/sandwiched against a wall - I really wish I could show the pic but I don't wanna out). So not only does Psycho Bitch have a lack of common courtesy, she has a self-guided, delusional state of arrogance. Combine these two things for a weekend, and trust me, you'd want to fucking stab her.



After those two things combined, I didn't even see her body as attractive. I just wanted her to leave. Thinking of which, I did block her from my AIM, but does anybody know if she'll know that I blocked her on facebook (i.e. Does Facebook notify her that I don't want to be associated with her for the rest of my life)?



Oh, another bad side over the weekend - a bunch of us were doing lines last night before heading out to a club. Right before we were about to go in, my roommate started sweating profusely. He had to catch a cab back home. I thought that he was od-ing, and the last thing I wanted to deal with was having to go to the ER because one of my closest friends OD-ed from coke. Thankfully, he e-mails us at the club saying he's ok.



So, you wonder, after all this BITCHING, what was the good side that came out from this weekend? I met this awesome girl last night at the club. Well, we were blowing beforehand, and went in the same group at the club. But after I left Psycho Bitch to wonder off and please let her be some other guy's problem, I took it upon myself to make sure I don't think about Psycho Bitch for the 4 hours I'm at the club.



Anyways, the group that we were in were all dancing and what not, and I saw her just casually sitting, so I sat down and started drinking and talking to her. Ok, I may be just biased, but as soon as she said she's from California (bonus points), and she lives in LA doing choreography (AWESOME), I could not help myself from being attracted to her. Like literally, it was just cool conversation we were having - she even *GASP* asked me what I do, and I told her a fair warning that she wouldn't be interested in what I do. She told me to tell her regarldless, and she seemed actually INTERESTED. We talked, drank a bit more, made fun of our friends in the corner section on top of the tables dancing while trying not to fall. And then she asked me if I wanted to dance with her:



Her: "Hey X, let's go dance?"
Me: "You're a choreographer. I'm a law student. Do you honestly think that you would remotely enjoy doing that?"



She laughed and thereafter grabbed my hand and we started dancing, but my god, I felt so fucking inferior. Dancing really isn't my *skill*, per se, and here I was, trying to hang in with a fucking choreographer. Anyways, it's pretty funny because I was honestly myself and we were both laughing the entire time. Sad thing is she had to catch a flight back to LA at 7 AM, so this thing was going to stop soon.



I had a blast, and surprisingly, I didn't even think about how she would be like in bed *SURPRISE*, despite the fact that she had the most killer abs I have ever seen - trust me on this one. Despite the fact that this blonde chick was grinding on me, I didn't think about what move I need to pull off to do a quickie before she goes back to LA (contradicting what my lower body was urging me to do). And to top it off, we start hooking up with each other - you know, this was HONESTLY the second time I was conscious of whether or not I was a "good kisser". Yet, not once did it trigger my mind that I had the duty to take her back home with me.



I was sad that she had to leave. Said bye to her, exchanged #s, knowing full well we probably would never talk/see each other ever again. But to that girl, thank you for making me realize what I've been doing wrong for the past 3 months.



FYI, if she's an accurate depiction of what LA girls are like, I'm finding my wife there. I know for a fact that there's a reader of this blog used to live in LA - prepared to answer this question for me in the near future.