Girls night... porn style.

Last nights plan was simple, a night out with my girls to cheer me up. After another long exhausting week I was looking forward to a night with no drama, some alcohol and a bit of flirting… So when Mr. USC suggested us meeting up with his guy friends I was a little hesitant. But here I am dating a guy who most definitely has his light on and has been dying to introduce me to his friends so I felt like I couldn’t say no. So I devised plan B, drinks with the girls first and then we would all meet up as a group later in the evening. Simple plan revised… but of course you know me. What started as a simple night ended up with a Playboy party, a birthday party comprising of 15 men (all single and straight), porn being shot in the backroom of one of the bars we were out, Hot dogs on Hollywood Blvd. at 2 am (Turns out Scoobys is serious about their Wieners), some tranny hookers, a group of frat boys from San Diego, a lot of fetish wear, a date with Mr. Sitcom Actor and a very confused and exhausted Hardt…

Now all in all way too much too address in one blog, and really way too much of a confusing serious of events for even me to follow, and I was there. So I will address only the last statement- the confused Hardt part. Confused because I can boil down my life based on the two choices of last night- Mr. USC VS Mr. Sitcom Actor. Mr. USC is the stable choice. His light is on, he wants a relationship and has chosen Hardt as his partner of choice. Now frankly I don’t understand why. Every date we go on he’s attentive, funny, charming and considerate. And every date we go on I’m quiet, distracted and somber. Not to mention I bit his tongue accidentally! But here he wants to make me a part of his life. And then on the other hand there always seems to be this stash of men hanging around that do not have their light on… and we know which way I usually lead. So now I can introduce a new man into the mix who like those that have gone before not only doesn’t have his light on, but I don’t think there is even a light on top of the cab to be turned on. Mr. Sitcom Actor could easily be called Mr. Distraction. He’s cute, on a very successful sitcom, stared in one of the break out hits of last summer and has been tapped to write the screenplay for the adaptation of one of our favorite children’s shows… and on top of that is a notorious player. A notorious player who has been begging one of our friends to set us up. I think the entire situation is amusing, because the situation should be reversed- you would think it would be me asking my friend to hook me up with a successful TV actor. But due to prior history (which sadly I can’t go into on a public blog) I hadn’t even considered him dating material… and still don’t. I can see down the future and I’m sick of chasing after guys that don’t want to be caught. Sure they are fun to play with for awhile, but in the end I just end up getting my heartbroken. And after this last round I don’t think my heart can take much more… So instead I’m choosing stable….because sometimes it’s not about who you go home with on a Friday night, but about who’s making you breakfast on a Saturday morning.