Which reminds me, I have a story for you.
So once-upon-this-Saturday-night I encountered a cute boy (yes, I come upon them once in a while) mixing drinks behind the bar at 'majlis'. (To put this in perspective, I'd say bartender boy was not as cute as earring boy, but he was plenty cute nevertheless.) Anyhow, a little while later while I was spinning on the dance floor, I span right into someone who spilled massive amounts of vodka all over me (and him). I looked up to see bartender boy looking at me with a what-the-fuck-did-you-do expression on his face. Which, ofcourse was nothing to rival what I felt given that I kinda-liked the shirt I was wearing. Anyhow, after arguing whose fault it was (and because he was cute) I told him I owed him a drink, he said no, grabbed my hand, pulled me back to the floor and said, 'you owe me a dance'. Now, I must admit bartender boy was both cute AND charming (I'm a sucker for lines) however he was also completely, completely drunk. Anyhow, a number of dances later as we found ourselves heading to another party (bartender boy somehow mysteriously latched on to the group we were with) I thought it was such a pity that he was so-very drunk that I had to turn down his many offers of 'let's go my place and chill'. A friend later asked me why-the-hell I would do such a silly thing (apparently I was not the only one who noticed how cute drunk boy was), and I told her it was simple. I stopped being flattered by his interest when I realized he was so drunk he may just have no clue who he was hitting on to begin with. And as far as I'm concerned if it's just-a-woman you want, go find one. If you want 'me' then you're going to have to jump a few ropes here and there. So there you go, cute-boy turned out to be drunk-boy and my potential love-story ended before it ever began. And we all live-exactly-as-we-lived-before. The end. *sigh*