Last night I crossed paths with Algerians, Italians, a Brit and a Frenchman. It started harmlessly as I was invited to meet up with my old coworker who happens to be Korean, but perplexes me because he doesn't hang out with Koreans nor does he have any close Korean friends. I suspect he's anti-Korean, but I also suspected that he was bisexual as well but after last night, I think he's hetero. I'll get to that shortly.
I dropped by because he invited me to meet some colleagues of his at some random restaurant called Papillon. So the night began with a young Brit, an older French statesman who's accent was thicker than the cream on my plate and two typical American executives, and of course the friend that invited me. The conversation was mentally taxing because everyone had an opinion based on topics I had no interest in talking about, so I decided what I do best in these meetings. Sound real interested and opine bullshit like the rest of them. Sometimes when I do this, I proceed without the end in mind so I don't even know where my thoughts will take me. So we chatted about everything from Hilary Clinton to corporate culture -- like I said, very unexciting and uninteresting topics. I was annoyed we had to talk about politics, so at one point I said lets steer the conversation towards a much happier topic so I said to the Frenchman, what's your favorite French restaurant. Obviously I was trying to lower the thinking aspect of the evenings conversation. After several glasses of red wine and me spouting bullshit like an overly flatulent bovine, we finally ended the torture and we left to continue the night downtown.
Thankfully we arrived at one of my favorite pizza places in the city, Piccola Pizza down below Union Square. Inside we met up with two Italian men and 3 very attractive Algerian sisters. Everyone had an accent so I decided to join in and fire up my philly accent, asking for some "woooter". So my very liquored up Korean friend kept embracing and kissing the older Algerian girl on the forehead and cheek, but I soon learned she's got an Italian boyfriend who wasn't present. Okay, I don't want to be here when her boyfriend finally shows up because my friend was basically mugging her which made me nauceous. Anyway, the youngest sister was sitting next to me and says to me in the middle of me biting into my egglpant pizza, "I'm considered the wild one", and it was at this point I began to choke on my pizza and desperately reached for my coke.
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she probably thought u were gay and non-threatening; that's why she felt comfortable revealing she was the wild one.
Because I know Darko -- if that comment was made to Darko, that would've been considered the most action Darko ever had.
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