_seducation sensors on hi alert
_determine to debunk me
i always dread going to these high society parties where these socialites winkle or demeaningly request me to photograph them. naturally, i play along smile, make funny jokes because they all love orange as a brand. it’s sort of nice overhearding people say, ‘these guys rock, watch out – he’s a good photographer’. it sorta gives you more lead way in doing weird shit to fuck with them.
anyway, tonight was extra funny because it’s the bachelors of san franciso annual fundraiser. don’t you love how rich people party and get tax write offs at the same time? so, the women actually have to pay to gain entrance to this event because there is all these single rich guys at the guys. i was talking to one of the musicans playing at the gig and we cracked up over what i was privy to. so a woman is complaining that she isn’t getting enough attention from the guys and they’re so ill mannered because they don’t buy her drinks. it’s so funny how the tables are turn when guys make it past 30 and arent total losers.
obviously, i’ve seen too many of these people over the span of my time during the scene but tonight there is this chick that demands my attention as soon as she sees me. she knows that i am not like one of the typical guys at the party, so she starts asking me about photography and small shit. i am half entertained because she isn’t like the other girls here looking for the rich hubby but at the same time, i am trying to avoid having a meaningful converation with her. i always feel a bit weird talking to people too long when i am being paid to be somewhere. so, off i wonder but we cross paths numerous time during the night. naturally, i am so good and putting off woman and making weird ass comments like, ‘i think woman need to be direct – like say take me now’. of course that doesn’t go over well but she continues to tolerate me a bit more. by this late in the game, i am thinking, ‘fuck – i need to get home and do shit, i can’t go drinking with this chick’. because any normal man, would have a drink with her after ‘work’ to see if she really is who she claims to be. nevertheless, my anti-social behavoir modification drug induce sequence takes over and i run out of the place, dreaming about the nature of desire.