Last night I headed down to Chelsea to watch the Halloween parade with a bunch of friends, but unfortunately we couldn't see anything. There were so many people there, it was just impossible. One of my friends suggested we check out a Party nearby, which we went to and had a great time. The tall guy in make-up and a wig apparently took a liking to me. We chatted for a while, he was really annoying me. He was a total name dropper, "Elton John" this and "David Geffen" that. He's some make-up artist that works for a Mac Store in Brooklyn, but pretends to be world famous. He actually said "I like you because you haven't asked me for anything, usually when people find out who I am they just want my help getting into parties and stuff." I was choking back the rising bile. If you're that good, why are you working for a MAC store in Brooklyn?

He was one of those types that hates EVERYTHING. Everything I said was either "I hate this" or "Tragic that". Then came the touching, ugh, the touching. He grabbed off a bracelet I was wearing, my favorite bracelet actually, and put it on himself, deciding he was going to keep it until our next meeting. No fucking way. I hate that shit, I don't find it cute at all. I said "you're not taking my bracelet" and took it back, watching him clearly offended. I was still putting up with him at this point, then he tried to kiss me. As he leaned in, I leaned away and turned to the side. Apparently he didn't get the clue so I had to put my hand up and push his face away and say "I don't want kissed." He was, again, clearly offended.

As I was walking out trying to get out of the party to get away from this guy, he tells everyone "He hates me" (meaning me) in a playful tone (trying to evoke my sympathy). This is like the worst thing you can do. I already didn't really like you, and saying things like that only makes me loathe you further.