Hope’s Note: I’m participating in the Twenty-Something Bloggers’ Blog Swap Today. Today’s guest-blogger is Laura from meetmygay.com. I have a hilarious (if I do say so) tale of hair gone wrong up at her site. Check it out here.
Hi everyone, my name is Laura.
When I first talked to Hope about writing a guest blog post, I took a look at the header “Randomness” and searched through my memory banks for pretty much the best and most random story I’ve got. It’s great at parties… feel free to share.
One night I was out at a random bar in Hollywood and spotted a guy I went to college with. I didn’t know his name, only vaguely remembered his face, but I knew two things about him:
- He was known to be a “playah.”
- Although my face probably looked familiar, I knew he wouldn’t know my name.
I was in a pretty random mood, so I went up to him and said, “Hey! Remember me? From Northwestern? “
As expected, he was taken off guard and replied, “Oh… yeah… hi, how are you?”
That’s when I went in for the kill. “Oh, you probably don’t remember me. We hooked up that one time! It’s ok, don’t worry about it. I actually had an abortion so I took care of the whole thing.”
He blinked and said nothing for a good… let’s say 3 or 4 seconds.
I laughed, he laughed, he was still a bit nervous… so I decided to give him a break, “I hope you realize I’m just joking.”
Oh boy did I have a new admirer after that one. He followed me around that bar all night, got my number and texted me for months after.
Of course, once a player always a player, I had no intentions to really “hang out” with him. I was just a random blip on his player radar.
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If you like this story, check out what else I’ve got at www.meetmygay.com – tales from a straight girl in a gay world. This wasn’t a very gay story, so I guess you could say my plug is pretty random too!
