Back to Heaven

My God.. boys make me yawn. I don't know what it is that they need to possess to retain my attention, but the last 400 men definitely ain't got it.

Like, last night at Heaven this semi-attractive dude with a fauxhawk chatted me up, bought me a beer, whatever. The whole time I'm telling him something about grad school and out of the corner of my eye I am watching the dance floor and mentally rocking out to a song the band is playing. He's 25. Big deal. He's a mechanical engineer. Whatever. He makes more money than I do. Do I care? And so on and so forth. Total yawn fest. Plus he seems to be taking the whole engineers vs. architects rivalry WAY too seriously.

Not to mention that Fauxhawk turned out to be The Clingiest Man in the World. He called me twice right after I left Heaven around 2. I answered the second time and Yawnfest 2.0 resumed. He wants me to meet his cousins and cheer on Yuppie University on Friday at Heaven. Sounds like a great time! Of course, I COULD be out in the city with a handful of my buddies having the time of my life but who wants that when I can have Yawnfest 3.0. Quick, sign me up for that!