smack talkin to a jersey boy

Hey there, adoring fans... Yes, I know its the wee hours of ye morn and most "normal" folk are dreaming about their alarm clocks going on vacation... BUT, I'm wide awake and bursting to talk.

So I went out with Molly and Kim... my first REAL bar as a yachtie, and I must confess, I was feeling my oats tonight! As the three of us sat around talking about everything from Kim's diverse and VERY cool history to 9/11 to how much we love horses, we somehow grew closer... perhaps it was my guitar playing earlier in the day, or maybe it was us helping Molly write her resume for a SWEET job in the Med. Whatever it was, we were soon laughing and having a great time. At some point in the evening, a "tough" Jersey-boy came up to Kim and started hitting on her. He called her "New Zealand" and offered to buy us all drinks. I declined -- having turned down the last round in lieu of a water. Jersey man -- with slick hair, pierced ears, and white shorts -- challenges Kim and Molly to a pool game. Of course, he smears them in the ground, and I confront him (playfully) saying that a true gentleman would have at least allowed for SOME competition. What fun is it if he beats them so quickly? Well, it was ON then. Jersey boy didn't like my brazen attitude. We went back and forth at each other -- he saying I should learn how to treat a man, and I saying he should learn how to treat a woman. Somehow, I always got the last word, and he couldn't STAND it! He kept saying I needed another drink, and I told him I would be just fine if he would stand on the other side of the room. At one point, he approached Kim and told her to "plant one" on his cheek. I raised my hand and begged to do the honors... He wasn't amused, but everyone else surely was!

Honestly, did he think we were going to fall all over him? His arrogance and pig-headedness were ridiculous... His friends even recognized what an ass he was being and they stopped associating with him. Finally, I just ignored him and the other girls followed suit. Of course, that wasn't good enough for Jersey, and he had to continue to butt into our conversation. When he finally came over and tried to "apologize" for being a jerk, I looked at him and asked, "Who are you again?" and I went back to sipping my water.

I really don't know where all that came from. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I think it has something to do with the fact that for the first time in my life I can be whoever I want to be... I don't HAVE to be nice to these guys, and I WON'T BE. They don't deserve my sweet smile. I only reserve that for men who know how to lose once in a while, who don't barge in on girls who mind their own business, and who are more concerned with boosting those around them rather than themselves...