Jaimie

August 2009 I think was my friend Coco's birthday. The Jeanie Johnston pub in JP had karaoke and I was there with Abby and co. Coco was dating this guy named Andy, who was a punker, a nice guy. One of his friends sitting with him was this tall skinny guy with glasses and boat shoes. His legs were crossed and he did something kind of effeminate with his hands so I took him for gay. But he was cute and kept looking at me. Who could resist manic panic red hair after, all. Before I left he tried to get me to do a duet. I don't remember how we got together after that but we had a date at James' Gate and he told me all about how he currently was in a death metal band and in the past had done the whole hippie co-op thing. He'd also roadied for Against Me a long, long time ago, shit like that. Now he had a 9-5 job for blue collar job rights, wore a tie, had a dog, etc.
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He actually owned a house. We watched family guy and had pizza, beer, and the only time I've ever done karaoke -"Talk dirty to me" by Poison. He went to Chicago on business while we were seeing each other and mentioned beforehand that he had a female friend there whom he'd probably sleep with on the trip. You know, just letting me know beforehand. His dog was tiny, but very protective and bit my naked thigh once in bed. He could only sleep comfortably with a pillow over his head.
Once after a night of partying we got breakfast at a cafe near my house. The next day over the phone he admitted that while sober he didn't have anything to talk about with me and pretty much ended the relationship. It made me extremely sour. He also drove drunk. Whatever.