you’re gay. oh. not literally?

this entry is long overdue. I’ve been contemplating whether to blog about it or not. mainly cause i’m a dumb fuck and don’t really know any better…and I hope the person I blog about doesn’t read my blog. but if he does, know that I mean it with complete adoration for you :)

I can’t remember the exact conversations since it was a couple of weeks ago, and i was decently inebriated. However, the conversations did strike a chord in my blistering retarded mind.

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the first instance of stupidity was walking into Ippudo and making a perfectly normal situation awkward as hell. Since the restaurant is super popular in NY, the wait time was 2 hrs. So, of course, I go to the bar. I’m with my friend Luu, who is bald. Yes, that will play into my story.

I walk up to the bar and notice two other bald asian guys. they whisper to their two male white guy friends. look at me. whisper again. look at me. whisper again. get my drinft? Luu tells me he needs to use the restroom and leaves me. I walk up to the bar ready to order a stiff drink. 

Bald guy #1: Hi!
Me: *bitchy look* Hi…
Bald guy #2: Whats your name?
Me: Stephanie *looks away, cold shoulder attempt*

Bald guy #1 and #2 whisper back and forth, while starring at me. On top of that, they get super close to me, while their white guy friends are taking multiple pictures. I am confused and irritated.

Me: Umm…are you laughing and taking pictures because my guy friend is bald too?
Bald guy #1: huh?
Bald guy #2: *looks at bald guy #2 with a blank stare* What?
Me: *feeling awkward* …are you guys chit chatting and taking photos because my friend is bald too…and you guys want a picture with him?
Bald guy #1: uhh…
Bald guy #2: no, thats not what we’re talking about.
Me: *STUPID stephanie. as if saying it for the second time wasn’t enough* So, you guys didn’t want to take pictures with my bald friend? because all 3 of you are bald…
Bald guy #2: uhh…haha thats not the reason why we were taking photos and thats not what we were talking about. *TURNS AWAY*
Me: *turns to bartender* Can I get a stiff drink, PLEASE.

I tell luu when he gets back and he made me leave the bar for completely humiliating him. apparently, those guys were trying to holler, but I did an excellent job of turning them away with my quirkiness. GOOD ONE. I am my very own best cock blocker.

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The second situation is at a bar later at night. Earlier in the day, we met these AWESOME gay men that were hilarious and entertaining. I absolutely LOVED their company. Amongst the crowd of straight and gays was an up and coming men’s fashion designer. We’ll call him Nunya. We talk a bit all night and exchange numbers. I move onto another bar. He texts and asks where I am, and I text back to tell him to meet me up.

Nunya and his friends meet me up at some bar in NY. I had just about…5-7 drinks/shots?

Me: HI!!!!!! *HUG*
Nunya: Hey! how long have you been here?
Me: not sure. for awhile. HEY! so do you my friend over there is hot? I think he’s so hot!
Nunya: …haha sure. let me buy you a drink
Me: *points to a white guy* do you think he’s hot?
Nunya: umm…not sure?
Me: How about him?? *points to another guy*
Nunya: …hmm you know I’m not gay right?
Me: sure you are!
Nunya: …no…no im not.
Me: but you’re a fashion designer! you have to be!
Nunya: …no…no im not.
Me:…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.
Nunya: its ok…

Dammit. haha apparently, he was trying to holler as well and I completely took him as being gay. who told him to dress nice and be in an industry predominantly females and gays? None the less, Nunya is a very accomplished designer and I respect his work. He has some amazing trends :) 

oh NY, how I love you. I hope to go and create more memories/stories.