the following textings serve to show why most of my good mates tend to be not female. this acquaintance happens to be canuck, late 20's and sees herself as utterly brilliant just because:
a. she has lived in asia for close to 10 years alone
b. she runs her own beauty business all this while
see the beauty bit? without further ado, said acquiantance shall be named cow. you's will know why. here goes:
me: are you up for a pint later today?
cow: not sure as i may have a dinner. blah yadda blah
..much later..
cow: i can make it only at eight or eight thirty if you are still up for it
me: sure do, meet you at muddy's then? ie: my local
cow: sorry. i don't like that place it's a meat market. you remember the slimeballs? she got herself into deep shite by choosing to sit with a couple of semi-drunken gerry's the first time she was there. also, she might had it confused with Ballymoons, the local's dodgy sister bar upstairs
me: i don't take notice of them. the regulars and staff are ok though trying to be diplomatic, though gritting me canines
cow: is bar 5 ok? or ice cold beer ok? i'd been to ice cold beer whose growing clientele tend to be mainly wee islander pseudo-sophisticated slags
me: what are the men there like? :D hey, i'm female after all
cow: the men are of better calibre and not as slimey :) oh really? blokes and birds are all the same everywhere, darling. they only come with different names
me: sorry bars are not quite my scene though i don't mind trying out bar 5
cow: isn't muddy's a bar too? what the fuck?!
me: it's a pub as they serve only ales, bitters and lagers just like any *english pub. whereas ballymoon is a bar with designer liquours i didn't say *irish 'cos i didn't want to confuse her further
no, she hasn't replied to that one. no matter, now you's know why certain females simply can't be mates with?
as enscribed by the letter b @ May 21, 2004 09:25 AM