Friday Night Rush

So my friend and I are getting together tonight after not seeing one another for most of the summer due to conflicting schedules, and grabbing dinner and then hitting Be Bar for the first time. I have already told him that if there is a line I am not going in. I don't wait in line for a drink, not because I think that I am better than that (even though a tiny part of me thinks that I am), but because in th end, a bar is a bar, and no bar is worth waiting in line for. Also, I am like a 13-year old as I am in the middle of a massive breakout, my hair looks like a rat's nest these days and I ate and drank so much in CA that I added at least 5 lbs to my already loosening belly. Needless to say, my opinion of myself is at an all time low (from a physical perspective) and from what I can gander, Be Bar is Halo-ish in the fact that it's another S&M bar (stand and model). At 5'11", I will never be a model, so I have a feeling this may be my only trip over to Shaw for a Sapphire and Tonic for some time. But despite my Debbie Downer attitude, I am hoping to enjoy it and I am very happy that there is a new outlet for us 'mos to gawk at eachother.

File under TMI: A former FB of mine called last night out of the blue around 10 PM (I got home from work after 13 hours of hard labor at about 9:30) wanting to know what I was doing. WTF? We had some fun earlier in the year, and then he met a guy and it was over. No problemo. Last night, he dumped the guy, who, unbeknownst to me, lives just a few blocks away, left his place and called me for a little game of hide the sausage. Ewww. EWWWWW!! I am not sure which is worse: 1) I am the consolation prize when breaking up with a bf or 2) That he only waited 5 minutes after dumping a guy to look for his next trick. It was just wrong on about 18 different levels. Needless to say, he was not invited over. Once again, this guy proves my point that dating guys in DC is like tip-toeing through a mine field and that basically I attract pervs and stalkers. Awesome.