"What?! No!" Andrew said running to catch up to me."I'm just k**ding." I laughed. "You really think I'd do that?" Considering you have done it numerou... times before, yes. Yes I think you'd do it." He replied as we got in line behind her."Hey!" The girl turned around looking at us. "Finally! Some people actually came! I thought I was gonna die of boredom!" She said, talking to us as if she knew who we were. She confirmed that she was indeed in an Aerosmith t-shirt and oddly, standing beside her. Not to be alone in this strange place. He was clearly in awe of me and made me laugh when he called me an ethnic Barbie. Casual racism has its charm in certain circumstances.My new friend spent every breath to make me laugh or tell me how gorgeous I was. I couldn't help but smile. The least I could do was give him a fake name to hunt down on Facebook when he got home.Elliot wanted a selfie with me, which I was happy with, as long as I could censor it first. Which I did. After three attempts I. ”“Is that your excuse for fucking those two guys?” Ouch. I frowned, looking down. “You acted like a bimbo, now get used to being one.”Double-ouch.He pulled me to a pair of industrial looking doors a few feet from the bikes. Matthew looked into a camera and flashed two slick black cards. A large black bouncer-type guy opened the door, industrial music and a ray of light leaking through the door behind him. The man nodded once at Matthew’s cards then looked me over. I tried not to cringe. The. Worst of all she wasn’t answering her phone and I had driven across town to meet her. I hit redial one more time and finally got an answer. She quickly apologized and said she’d understand if I wanted to cancel. I told her I was still game and that I’d look forward to hooking up with her. She told me the specific location of her motel and said she needed another 10 minutes. I was only a few blocks away so I drove to the motel and waited for her call back. While waiting I saw a guy with a large.