The room, the bar, the trainer

Lets see... So I spent just under 30 hours working with my trainer. First in this little shack, then driving (for more than 7 hours) in this little truck (well... big truck... but does that really matter?)

Get home, sleep some. Show up at the shop to setup the kit we're gonna take when we have to leave for the patch again.

I was like "you wanna grab a bite?" hoping to spend a few - non office hours- getting to know him.

So we go out to eat and play some pool (very good food at the billiard room by the way). Which turned into getting kicked out of a casino because he somehow cut a little asian dealer with a pair of dice.(craps is crazy fun) Which turns into going down to Studio 69 off whyte.

I'm dancing. I'm like crazy tired... (the whole "no sleep" thing for the last 3 weeks apperently has a toll) I ended up dancing with like everyone. (thats what 3 red-bulls and a shit load of coke does to a person) The dance floor completely thinned out around 2:15; there's this girl dancing by herself. As a man, its my job to take advantage of situations like this. So I approach, ask what she's doing alone. If she would mind some dancing company. "actually, I'm not alone" and dances off. So I just chill out and dance by myself. (people do that and aren't considered loners; I looked it up). Look over and pretty girl was chattin with boyish girl. She smiles and points at me. Boyish makes eye contact, starts walking over. She walks up to me, starts tickling my tummy with her other arm over my shoulder; around my neck. Says "whens the last time those lips have kissed a girl?" making eye contact, from almost a half inch from my face.

What should a man do in that circumstance? I didn't know if this was a joke, if this was a contest or what. not only that, but there was this group of very nice girls I was "in" with (and my trainer was attempting to pick up one of them;) which I can't fuck up for obvious reasons.

so I feel witty and cute... and was like "other than my mom?"

She clearly didn't get it. Looks up into the stupidest grin imaginable... dances away again. Comes back, dances closely presses into me and says "well...other than your mom; whens the last girl you've kissed?"

I was like "duh..." Didn't want to get the short end of the stick, so asked her if this was some sort of game she was playing with her friend? She looked over her shoulder said "my girlfriend actually" and left.

Now I've replayed this over in my head several times. The only possible conclusion I can come up with, is somehow I've managed to fuck up at threesome oppourtunity.

Now I've heard it said that for a sorceror, magic only visits your life once, that you either take it or leave it; but you only have that instant to decide.

But I understand this more importantly to mean "for a guy, a threesome oppourtunity comes only once. you either take it or it leaves you and never returns."

Fuck!

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My room is a mess. I walked in it yesterday night ( as I came home) and had enough energy to push the shit off my bed before laying down.

But seriously. When someone says "we need you at the shop in 3 hours" set asside an hour to clean your room properly. Because when you get home after making some serious cash; there is no caring if somethings in the way of opening your door.

You open the door. If something breaks; tough shit.

Never mind the "I can't sleep until i do something" that just doesn't work out.

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So my trainer got really pissed off tonight at the casino. He'd been ordering double 'rusty nails' all night. Which as far as I can tell is scotch dulled down with rye. At the bar, his drinks cost $16. So needless to say, he was minorly intoxicated. As the asian guy bring up the fact that he got cut; he gets... minorly upset.

So he starts lipping off. Said that "where I work, if someone said they got cut by a pair of dice, a chick would kick the shit out of him for being a pussy."

So what should I do at this point? I was a casino guy. I used to have to deal to drunk fucks like this and hated every minute of it.

I tried to quiet him down. We ended up leaving very shortly. After some... encouragement.

Apperently he used to be a bouncer and trained martial arts quite regularely. I don't know what I believe. With my critical eye; it looks like he couldn't move worth shit and would fall down easily. But whatever.

Two things. If bouncers actually made a move against him; touching him in any way; I would have fucked them all over. But up until that point, he was disturbing their world with his idiocy; and by backing them; I think I got a little unhappyness coming my way.

Whatever; I guess.

On the other hand, not only did a very nice looking chick pick him up; but it looks like he might be too drunk to remember his name.

We'll see tomorrow.