Went out with JohnnyB, Nameless and another mate in London.

We knew everyone there was single, thus not "with-bf" timewasters (!), because it was a pub drinking session for people of the single persuasion.

Naturally, I ended up being a social butterfly.



For me, the funniest bit was when a reasonably hot blonde piece, who I'd briefly worked on earlier, drifted by me.

I said hey, and some shit. She was like, hey! you and me could never hang out as you TALK TOO MUCH. When you talk to a woman you should LISTEN TO HER. All you do is talk.

I was like what, LOL!

If this was a shit test, I couldn't be arsed retaliating.

I could have followed up with: hmm, so that's why this evening I already have two numbers of top birds who seem really into me, both of which we've provisonally arranged dates with, yeah? (and they also had interesting stuff to say, I listened to them --- coz they were interesting unlike YOU!)


Except, that would be a bit of a big gay comeback! Making out like Rebus gives two shits about what offensive blonde has to say for herself.

(so instead, I take the time to report it on an internet forum... no really, I'm still not giving 1.5 shits,, really, yeah? )

So I said, well, good luck with that. Immediately turned my back on her and continued chatting with JohnnyB.



Ha! As far as I remember, from our earlier meeting, the blonde piece had nothing really to say for herself.

I don't really remember what I said either. But in that part of the night, I was on a mission to cover abstract conversations. For example, about people with black straws in their glass representing those with mental health issues and -- what da ya know -- the person's friend has a black straw. The fun birds play along with that game, saying they met their friend in the asylum. Various other random shit.

I talked about obscure horror movies with some bird who bizarrely announced one of the things she was passionate about in life was horror movies.


Was also going direct and opening hotties with,

Woah! why have we not talked yet?

Coz you are cute! and putting arm around their waist.



On a singles' mass meet meat-fest, I feel that the key is to avoid repetition of:

- WHERE R U FROM ?

- WHAT DO U DO ?

- HOW LONG HAVE U LIVED IN LONDON ?

- WHAT IS YOUR NAME ?


That shit is so dull that I avoid it............... but Blondie Assault Ho' probably expects it?

Well, Rebus doesn't chat the lame shit!

Rebus