I completely forgot to tell you all about the fact that there is a midget (do they prefer little person or do they hate that term? I don't want to offend)who is a regular at thitwbar? One random night (after a previous introduction), he hopped (yes he really hopped) up onto a barstool next to me and said, "Greetings and Salutations my name's Bob. I think I've seen you in here before..." (yes perhaps you have...) After saying hello and shaking his hand politely, we made a little small talk and when I got the feeling I knew which track this conversation was going down, I hopped off my barstool and ran to the bathroom, after excusing myself of course. I didn't want to have to tell people that I was hit on by a midget/little person...so instead I will say I was ALMOST hit on by a midget/little person, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Apparently I handled the situation in a less demeaning way than other girls have in the past because Drk came up to me and thanked me for being nice to Bob. Which was weird, I'm sarcastic but I'm rarely mean. But hey, at least now Drk knows I'm a whore with a heart of gold (well maybe sterling silver). Had I let Bob ask me out though, as he was hemming around to do, Chelle and I could've had the single funniest looking double date. Skinhead, midget...midget scary sensitive skinhead. Any questions?