Racial Slurs and Lots of Booze

Please excuse my incredibly long leave from the internet. Moving to a new apartment, refusing to pay for the internet, and spending most of my time working or drinking has caused me to not renew my subscription to "Addicted to the Net" weekly.

Since becoming single and a college grad who is still waitressing, I have spent a lot of time out and about.
I've been trying to make new friends (since my "circle of friends" at this point is more like a triangle), but it's harder than you think when you can't rely on school or work.

Most people make friends one of three ways.

1. High school = this is the easiest and most people still have friends from high school (even if they only see them once a year.)

2. College = as long as you live in a dorm, you automatically will make 15 new friends. It's mandatory.

3. Work = you're stuck in a place you hate with other people who also hate that place. So, hey, you got something in common.


Here's my problem.

1. My friends from high school are either married or live far away. And even though we were all friends together in high school, they all hate each other now and because they all went to college with dorms, they have new friends (which brings me to #2).

2. I have never lived in a dorm. The first two years of school, I commuted. The last two, I lived holed up with my then boyfriend. I worked a lot, never went out, and always lost communication with anyone I happened to talk to in class for more than 5 minutes (people are that stupid at my school.)

3. People are in the restaurant industry because of 2 reasons. A) Fast cash in your pocket for buying drugs. B) Co-workers who sell drugs. Since I don't do drugs, I don't "party" with these people.


So I'm stuck. And when you are stuck you turn to bad places to meet people. Bars and the internet.

Below follows a tale of one of these. I warn you, the ending is not of the happy variety.

Story one is entitled : http://www.okcupid.com/

A long, long time ago in a home far away from the city, my dumbass self put up a profile on okcupid.com. Even back then I was bored.
Over the years, I forgot about it, but suddenly I was single and went back and laughed at the 2 year old pictures of me floating around on this site.
Somehow, the minute you go back on this site, an alarm is spread to all the other weirdo's on the site that screams "HEY! THERE IS A GIRL ONLINE RIGHT NOW, YOU BETTER BUG HER!"
Then I started getting messages from boys on this site. One of them seemed promising.
The message was lengthy, humorous, and showed a quick wit. It's hard to find anyone with a quick wit these days that isn't tripping their balls off, so I agreed to meet this mystery fellow for a drink.

yes, the bells should have been going off in my head, but I've been in a generous mood (and free drinks are always alright in my book.)

I ride up on my bike and see him waiting outside.
Warning sign 1: the man is dressed like his mother is taking him to the spelling bee.
Warning sign 2: he smells like old indian food.

And warning sign 3 was so awful that I basically tuned him out and drank more the rest of the night.

I brought up the subject of overpopulation.
He started to talk about how in China, they would shoot people who did drugs.
But he didn't say it like that.
He said it like this:

"The chinks would shoot people! yes, the chinks would go around and then the chinks would shoot the druggie folk."

He said a racial slur, three times, in an EMPTY bar, loudly, to someone he had just met not more than 30 minutes ago.

I'll let that sink in a moment.



So here I am, still trying to make friends.
When I'm not drinking too much and leading guys on, I tend to write a lot.
So I'm warning you now, this blog will definitely be taking a turn for the more introspective and crazy real soon.
But I also promise you that it will still be entertaining as hell. If not only to see how ridiculous my escapades pan out.

Until then, keep an eye on that internet.
or the chinks will come and shoot your druggie self up.