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I have been wearing less eye make up....Last night I went out with some friends. We went to my favorite club, Neo, and I have noticed my tolerance is getting higher and higher with alcohol, and that scares me so....And there was this guy who follows me around EVERY time I go there. Well he harassed me yet again last night, and I really think it would be fitting if he found himself a new shtick in order to pick up women. His gimmick sucks, and he gives me the same lines every time he sees me there. "Oh you look like Carolyn Bassette, JFK junior's wife." She's dead, but I think he meant I looked like her if she were alive.... Then my friends were worried about me wanting to run, I guess they could tell this guy was really shooting the shit at me, he just would not stop allowing bull shit to flow from his mouth, so they tried to come by and save me by involving themselves in the conversation. Then one of them ran over to talk to my other friend, but instead of running TO US, she ran INTO our TABLE. She was having her birthday at Neo, and needless to say, we were all rather drunk. Well, thank God for her landing upon our table, because Mr. Creepy's drink (which was still 95% full of what probably consisted of mickies and rape attempts) flew across the room as a result of it-- and my ass almost got lit on fire from the candle that fell into my lap. The guy was pissed, kept repeating "That was 10 dollars! That was 10 dollars!" I apologized, said sorry, that it was her birthday and she was drunk, but he was relentless with bitching. That got him to finally leave me alone. I saw some really sexy boy, and told my friend he was a hottie. But she ran right up to him to tell him! I grabbed her, tried to make her stop, but it was too late. She said it. And I got really uncomfortable because I firmly believe in the man making the first move, ALWAYS. But when I turned around, the hottie was right behind me, smiling, waiting for me to talk to him. I said, "Hey, what did my friend tell you? Whatever it was, don't listen. She's nuts." He was like, "Ohhh, so you don't think I'm hot and you don't want to talk to me then? Your friend said to say hi to you." My friend, meanwhile, was saying, "Isn't she so cute?" She then whispered to me that he was quite drunk too. I finally admitted to the boy, "Yes, you are pretty hot, but you DON'T have to talk to me if you don't want to." He gave me this look as if to say, "You are so silly," and he said, "I want to talk to you." I said okay and then it just seemed weird to me because he was so heavily intoxicated and kept pausing to cover his mouth, like he was about to throw up. He was severely loaded, and I really didn't want vomit on top of candle wax (which was all over my jeans from the fallen table episode) all over me. It turns out he was just burping, as he apologized, "Sorry, I am burping." Needless to say, I was sick of this whole evening-- as well as completely grossed out-- so I decided to leave the club. I did not even say goodbye to the boy, he was too disgusting. Today when my friend (who told him I thought he was hot) called me, she told me he said I was hot too, she yelled at me and said that I should have stayed and talked to him some more. I told her I had no idea he thought I was hot and that she needs to give me better signals next time. But he was lame. So who cares?And I really don't care about men anyway....