So I'm walking home from the club this morning (went to see a local techno/house dj, Matt Coleridge) and walk past a guy that just puked and his buds are sitting near him waiting. I look at the puking dude and stupidly make eye contact with his friend who asks me pleadingly to take me home with him. I smile and walk on. Then he says I'll ride you, I promise...better yet you can ride me. I don't reply and keep on going about my merry way. Then some guy crosses the street towards me and starts yapping and walking along beside me. What's a pretty girl like you walking alone at this time? Well, I'm going home. Oh...can I come with you?
Um..no (I'm walking faster now) Then he's asking me for a smooch and a hug. Fuck! I cut him off and cross the street and lose him. What the fuck? Fucken 4:30 in the morning and I gotta deal with that shit. Desparados. I guess maybe 1 out of 99 times it must work for them. Btw, the club is a couple of blocks from my house and along a very busy street at all hours.

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