Now I understand perfectly why all those men are falling over themselves to be my boyfriend. Last night, for the first time in a long time, I was actually able to hear my responses to some really, lovely comments...why am I not surprised I am in Singlesville at the moment, and why does it really not bother me?
Turkish guy in bad red top: "You have such a lovely smile, you know that?"
Me: "You wanna tell me something I don't know?" (I flashed him a totally sincere smile as I said that by the way).
Japanese dude with cute smile: "Where are you from?"
Me: "Japan - where do you think?"
Japanese Dude: "You speak Japanese??"
Me: "I don't know, is that what they speak here?" In the end, we had quite a funny conversation, where I convinced him I was in fact born and raised in Osaka. I think he almost thought he was Australian at one point.
Hot dude with the bad, bad "3-D" shirt: "I love your pigtails. You look so cute."
Me: "I know, why else do you think I've got my hair like this?"
Just about every Japanese girl who looked at me last night: "Kawaii! Kawaii!" (cute! cute!)
Me: "I know, I know, I did look in a mirror!" or variations of this.
Spanish Dude: "I dig the visor. You look great."
Me: "You don't need to tell me twice."
Porno Dude @ Cinqecento: "Now I've got it - you dressed as Punky Brewster tonight, and somehow you've made it look good."
Me: "I've waited all night for someone to tell me that. I can go home now, thanks!"
I was in an extremely sarcastic, non-party mood last night. Totally unlike me. Must have been because Cliff had my alcohol intake under strict supervision. Everyone in the joint seemed to know what had occurred last weekend and was keeping an eye on me. By 2am, I was bored outta my brain (plus the highlight of my night - yukinari, *sigh* I got to talk to him, when he noticed my pigtails, I had the audacity to blush - had already left, almost got up the courage to tell him just what I think, if only DJ Greathair hadn't been in the way!!) and hightailed it home.