I dropped into Playpen after I worked at Sugar Bomb tonight.  What a night!

Of the first 4 guys I approaced, one bought a dance. One insulted me. One groped me.

ONE BIT ME!

Him: **Chomp!**

Me: Motherfucker! what the hell is wrong with you? (all ladylike behavior goes right out the window wehn confromted with some situtions!)

Him: Huh??

Me: You bit me, you idiot! Why the fuck did you bite me??

Him: You didn't like it?

Me: Fuck no! Of course I didn't like it! It fucking hurt! Here. how do YOU like it?? *pick up his hand* CHOMP!!

It occured to me later what all I could have caught from that. Also, he claimed to be carrying a weapon in a shoulder holster. He made some sounes about blowing me away.

Him : Mumble, mumble, blow you away . . .

Me (Loudly): Blow me away? Here? ME? In this bar in fornt of all these people? That is the SECOND dumbest thing you have said to me, right after why don't I like being bit. You don't want to blow me away, I am not worth it to you.

What a load of crap. The bartender later told me she was ready to intervene, but when she saw me bite him back, she figured I had it covered!

Sheesh! What a day. The holidays can't get here soon enough.