Mitcz.com : Official blog of Rev. Mitcz, the demented devilish comedian from Hollywood, CA.

Went to Bar Sinister tonight. Found out it was just a short walk from my apartment. Only a bit longer to walk than to smoke a cigarette. Saw some attractive women there. Talked to Alex, who just couldn’t resist the urge to tell me "yeah.. the whole thing’s weird. She was reallly into you, dude". Thanx. That’s what I needed to hear. Another reminder that I fucked it all up by not saying something about my feelings sooner.

Found a late-20’s/early 30’s chick with shoulder-length brown hair and blonde streaks in her bangs, and very large breasts. That’s a must for me these days, I’m afraid. As is them looking wholly attractive. It didn’t matter to me as much before, but now it’s of greater importance. Older than me – pref. early 30’s is also a major plus. Older women fuck better. Oh, and nothing too skinny. I like some meat on the bones. The Texas-type, I like to call them. More ass, more tits, and they take a beating better. I don’t mean hitting them.. I mean rough fucking.

After downing a few glasses of the ol’ Liquid Courage, I decided that I should take a new step in life and say things when I feel them, and not hold back. It’s that "holding back out of fear" thing that got me into my current mess, and it’s a mistake I’ll regret for a long fucking time. So, I said to myself "I’ll cut the bullshit, avoid using a pick-up line, and just ask the girl her name"

"Rochelle"
"Rochelle? Or Michelle?"
"Ro.. with an R"
"I’m Mitcz. Nice to meet you"
(holding out hand, to shake hers)
"so… this is going to sound like a line, but.. come here often?"
(she laughed)
"uhh.. sometimes. you?"
"first time. I just moved across the street, so I walked here. Been meaning to check it out"
"where did you live before?"
"Do you know where the Scientology Celebrity Centre is? I lived behind there"
(she backs away)
"ohhh…. no, no, I’m not associated with those assholes. They bought my apartment, so I had to move"
"oh. okay… so, how do you like Sinister?"
"It’s a cool place. I’ve been to Dungeon.."
"yeah, yeah.. I really like Dungeon"
"I’ve not been to the new one – I went before they shut down the old one"
"the new one’s good, I like it"
"yeah? I’ll check it out sometime. Uhh.. are you here w/someone?"
"my… ex boyfriend… he’s upstairs"
"Ahh.. the ex. So, should I leave you be?"
"No.. uhh… give me your number, I’ll call you"
(laughing and rolling my eyes now)
"So THAT’s how this works, eh? I give YOU my number?"
(she laughs)
"Yes.. you give me your number. I’ll call you. But, write it quick – I don’t want to be disrespectful. He and I are here just as friends and.. you know"
"Friends. Of course. Okay then.."
(I rummage my pockets, finding a business card for a furniture store)
"why don’t you write it on that card then?"
"okay.. name’s Mitcz, there’s the number"
"okay Mitcz. I’ll call you. I promise"
"of course."
"It was nice meeting you, Mitcz"
"nice meeting you, Rochelle. Hope to hear from you soon"
"you willl"

Oddly enough, my phone rang about 2 minutes later, while we were both standing outside – but apart from each other. I picked it up, and heard some male voice just say "zabbibbly doo" (well, that’s what it sounded like under the drone of club music, and.. being partially drunk) "what?" "zabbibbly doo" "what?" "zabbibbly doo" "yeah… uh I can’t fuckin’ hear a thing you’re saying, dude" "zibby. zabbibby? zabbibbly doo" "wrong number, I think" "oh, okay". The thought crossed my mind that maybe it was her ex – but.. that’s just crazy talk. It’s just a weird coincidence, and I’m a bit more paranoid these days than I should be. Let it go.

I had intended to find some random dirty slut to bring back to my new king-size bed and fuck the pain away with. Now, I guess I’m going to be one day "going on a date" with this girl. I’m cool with that, I guess. I mean, she’s certainly attractive enough, I could do that. Just not sure I’m ready to start all over again. To be the witty, confident, semi-asshole that’s always worked like a charm in the past. I’ve no choice now, though, sitting around wallowing in self-pity and hitting myself for shitty mistakes and cursing at my recent ex… that’s not gonna get me anywhere good. I just didn’t wanna be here, again, so soon. I have little interesting in "finding someone" – I thought I had found someone. But, we all move on, don’t we? In the words of the late, very great Hunter S. Thompson..

"All energy flows in accordance with the great magnet"

So there. I made a new decision for my future, I met a cool chick, got hit on by a few.. not-so-attractive women (one of which who took at least 2-3 pics of me for the Sinister website), and I forgot about Laura for about 10 minutes there and genuinely enjoyed meeting someone new, even managed to laugh and be witty with someone right off the bat. I never hit on women in bars, so this is pretty new to me, even still. I liked that, though, it was much easier than I thought.

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