Why I Am Impressed (V.1)

Last night, waiting outside Wilson Blvd’s FrontPage Restaurant, I was reminded why I enjoy not being a drunken frat boy at 8:30 on a Tuesday evening, in April (ok, or ever), but how really, they’re not so bad. Starting on the inside of the double glass doors, the scraggly haired, probably ex-lacrosse player drew his hands (each in the shape of a pistol), paused to make sure I was paying attention, and leaned through the doors like he was escaping a heavily guarded penitentiary. Then, making those innate boy/gun/explosion noises, he shot me. Five times. Part of me maintains and laments that he may still believe the age-old, male generated, theory that girls are impressed by loud noises and violence. However, the other half likes to think that a compliment, is a compliment, is a compliment, even if it’s coming from a drunken frat boy at 8:30 on a Tuesday evening, in April.

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One Response

  1. Bahahahha. Not only do you get the classic “shooting gun” hit-on from frat boys, but you also get terrible open mic-ers (who are too old to be doing it in the first place),who give you their “business card”….

    and despite all this, we still feel compelled to stay there until 1:30am to watch them. go figure.

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