It’s not funny, it’s just… Horrible. Elitist, classist, sexist, just… Rank. Heckling (by some autistic bloke who actually works here), and just… So bad.
I got convinced to go to this thing. It’s like, as local as you could get, for me, but yeah…
Dunno if comedy is like this where you live, but man, in this “hipster bar”, dear god there is no way this was worth the cover charge.
Eugh…
She had “friends” with her.
Shill? Maybe. Employee? Nah. We met at her work. I know where she works, lol…
And it’s way, way better than that shithole. She doesn’t even work in hospitality, which is… Even better.
But nah, she just… Look, I get it. She’s young, and insecure, and she had already made plans for tonight, which she, stupidly in hindsight, decided to “invite” me along to. She expected me to just… “Fit in” to that. Like some sort of beta. But I’m not… That sort of guy, anymore.
This is not my first rodeo with this sort of experience, put it that way.
I didn’t go there for the comedy. I know this. She knows this. She decided to “fob me off”, anyway. That’s… Fine. But there ain’t no second chances around here, lol.
I don’t give a shit about some open mic comedy night, lol. But I also don’t give a shit about women who decide to… Drag me along somewhere and then ignore me. So… It is what it is. I move on. She… Can do what she wants.
If she gets desperate, she knows where to find me, ha. But I have more… “Self respect” (even drunk) than to wait for some (young) broad like this.