Oh my word, last night was insane. I went to Hemisphere with Andy B to the Lingerie party. Well I have NEVER seen such fine people on display. Honestly, there were like 5 models in lingerie posing on a couch for some sort of photo shoot. There were nipple slips and everything, it was insane. I will try find out where those photos are, and I’m sure if I get a hand on them I will put one or two up here.

Yeah that was the pleat in my pants. No I’m serious, I wear pleated pants.

So I’m chilling in the VIP section (I didn’t know there was anything less than VIP) and some girl comes up to me asking why I’m not dancing. I obviously let her know that if I do dance I will literally burn up the floor, I’m that good.

Anyway, she goes on to ask me what it is that I do. I don’t normally speak about what it is exactly that I do, and I definitely don’t tell people that I run this website. I keep it on the DL, and let people find out for themselves. I had been reading an interview in GQ earlier in the day with Christian Bale who is one of my top rated actors.

He was saying how sometimes in interviews he gets bored of telling the truth, and sometimes the people interviewing him will bring up something that is not true, and just for fun, he will run with it.

So I get asked last night what it is that I do.

“Well that’s quite interesting, because I don’t actually do anything” I replied casually.

“Oh…so…you’re like a socialite?”

“Yeah pretty much”

“How did you make your money”

“I don’t really like to speak about it much. Listen, I must just catch up with some friends I came out to meet tonight, it was nice meeting you”

So I cruise around, chat, have some jager, have some vodka Red Bull (I have those when I can’t get hold of USN Spike) and the next thing I know, this chick is back.

“Seriously though, what do you really do?”

“I really can’t say, I just build relations by going out a lot and meeting lots of people”

“But like…how do you make your money?”

“Well I’m not really wealthy”

“But you’ve been drinking vodka and Red Bull all night and it’s a Wednesday night, most people have work tomorrow”

“It’s just that…I really can’t speak about it”

We left it at that. Damn, the next thing you know, I’m looking across the bar at her and 4 of her friends are looking my way, obviously intrigued as to my arrogant swagger (Ha ha…ha…cough…ha ha…ummm)

Now after a few drinks, I thought I was clever. But now it’s Wednesday and I’m rethinking what the hell was going through my mind last night. Wait it’s Thursday. Either way it’s the weekend.

Last night I thought I was playing it cool but now looking over it this morning a few things have been brought to my attention:

By not paying too much interest in these girls, they could possibly think I’m gay. Which means I am out of the game with them. KO’d.

They could also think that I’m an arrogant tool (Which, by the way, I might be) and don’t want to have anything to do with me.

They could also think I have a girlfriend.

They might also think that I’m really boring, and don’t really know how to talk to girls (Which I don’t. What, do YOU?)

I think the odds here are stacked against me. While it is nice to play it cool, and act uninterested, or is it disinterested here, there is a line. I think I crossed the line into acting so uninterested that those girls probably won’t speak to me next time I’m out.

The reason I’m telling you this is because when a group of hot girls are trying to figure you out, at least give them something. Don’t ever think that you are so cool that you cannot reveal anything about yourself and they are going to find this attractive. Because they don’t. There are now four or five girls in Cape Town who are probably spreading the word about the arrogant guy in the white shirt drinking the vodka Red Bull on a Wednesday at Hemisphere.

I’m SUCH an idiot, so do learn from my mistakes.

There is a difference between cavalier and just being boring and coming across as arrogant.

Back to school for me.

Sean Lloyd

Editor