Time To Effing #GetItOn: A Bar Bitch Slap?! Shut the front door!!!
HAHAHA oh my oh my oh my. So I'm introducing a "control" into my current dating social experiment. (I am conducting a new social experiment after my epic 103 dates by using OKC. I am still trying to find the organic root of attraction, but now taking the experiment offline while documenting it still online. You can read more about it here ... and read the rules here.) I can explain more about it next week, but we've got a LOT going on that I'm super super super stoked about. Either way, totes met this awesome chickie Alison last night as she is besties with the chick that's going to be helping me out with the experiment. Yeah ... we're about to get a lot of people involved ... and shit's about to get AWESOMERRRRRRRRR!!! Either way, after we all met up last night, the girls went out with this duderino, and had a pretty gnarly thing happen. Take it away Alison!!!!
*waves* Hi! Iʼm new to L.A...is this normal?
After a very enlightening meeting with the fabulous Ms. Jen Friel, my girl Shina and I headed out to meet up with a friend of hers, who we had already hung out with earlier in the day. He was a lot of fun, a “music video director” (I put that in quotes because Iʼm never sure if someone really makes a living doing what they say they do here. He seemed pretty legit, though!). We will simply call him “JC”. JC told us to come over and meet him and his buddy (also a “director”) at the Velvet Margarita, an establishment draped in red velvet and playing Monkeeʼs songs in Spanish. So by default it was awesome. The food was amazing too! Even though I kept saying I wasnʼt hungry, more food kept being delivered to the table. And JC would always insist that I try everything out.
So after gorging myself on turkey empandas (sounds weird, but they were delish!) and finishing a tequila cosmo, I started feeling pretty drowsy. I got a little yawny, and JC said he was going to slap me if I didnʼt wake up. Well, for some reason, this sounded like a good idea to me.
“Slap me. Iʼm being serious.” I was sitting across from a guy, asking him to slap me in the face in the middle of a restaurant. And he was into it. I also want to point out that JCʼs buddy ended up having a random guy meet him there, and they sat at one of the table having what looked like an interview while I prepared to get hit. We moved water glasses and candles out of the way. I think part of me really wanted to see what this guy would do. We had literally met that day...did he really feel comfortable enough to slap me?
We sat across from each other and locked eyes. He looked very serious. I had already decided that if he didnʼt hit me hard enough, that he was a pussy. But did he have it in him to really give it to me? I was prepared to find out. Before I knew it, BAM! He hit me hard enough to knock my head to the right and I definitely gasped. Sitting here the next morning, I can still sort of feel the sting. I told him I respected the fact that he didnʼt pussyfoot around, but not so much that I would have a bruise. We were all laughing pretty hard at this point.
He said he really wanted to hit me harder, but thought better of it. I told him that if heʼd hit me much harder, I probably would have cried, and we would have had a much different situation on our hands.
I really hope the guy that was there to interview with his buddy got in the car and called his friends: “Dude! These directors I just interviewed with are hardcore! One guy slapped this girl right in front of me at the table! And she laughed about it!”
#iheartla
Special thanks to Effing Gear for sponsoring this social experiment. Dudes, have you seen their location based tees? Um yeah - totes the most ah-mazing thing evveerrrrrrrr!! Check 'em out over yonder!
