Saturday night fiasco

I forgot to elaborate on my drunken blogs from last night...or early this morning I guess I should say. So here's what I wrote on MySpace. Amy, Gail, and I decided to go see Switchfoot tonight and after staying for about 5 songs hehe...we decided to leave. It was hot...we were sweaty...people were throwing beer bottles and blown up condoms....soo yea. After driving around for a little bit, we decided to head over to a club. Now...keep in mind that I'm not really a "clubbing" type of person. Well, I was standing at the bar on purse duty while Gail and Amy were dancing, when the guy that had been standing next to me finally decided to talk to me. Ken was his name. Normally, I probably wouldn't have talked to Ken, but he offered to buy me drinks and my broke ass accepted. I drank, and drank, and drank and eventually ended up on the dance floor. Ken and I were dancing and having a good time...then all of a sudden we started kissing. Well the next thing I know, the mother fucker BITES ME!!! Now I'm not talking about a nibble. Nibbling is actually good. I like nibbling - it's hot! But no...he drew blood! That was my cue to leave.... so I went to go find Amy and Gail, and found them in a corner being surrounded by short Mexicans. I literally had to push them away. What part of "no thank you" while being pushed away did they not get?! Anyways, afterwards we went and ate at Waffle house and decided to call it a night. Well, I got home and Amy called me so we started talking and all of a sudden, I get a beep. Who would be calling me at 4:15 AM, I wondered. It was the lip biter!!! When did I give him my number?! Why did I give him my real one?! And why was he calling?! He wanted to let me know that he was leaving the club and just wanted to say good night. Sweet, I guess...but I'm not really interested. What I'm wondering though is...he called me at 4:15...a good 2 hours after we left. I wonder who else he bit! FUCKER! SEE! - this is what happens when I kiss boys!