captain caaaaaavemaaaan!

it happened one year on sept24

10:11pm Out hoping to spot one of the New York Mets. No such luck. Instead a different set of strange events transpire. As I walk into the club, my animal magnetism radiating like wild fire, I instantly attract the drunkest, shortest, cowboy in the place. I am so irresistible that he believes it is his right to place his arm around me and give me the once in a lifetime opportunity to feel the wetness of his sweat-drenched teeshirt. I do manage to wriggle out of his slimy, slithery grip and politely brush him off while he continues to chat it up with my boobs.

It gets better. The original caveman walks in with his best friend Barney.


"This the sort of guy that directors, writers, and movie producers pray to meet."


Background info on the original caveman. What an attractive and sexy guy. Honestly. But, dumber than fungus. There does not exist a dumber, more inappropriate character. This the sort of guy that directors, writers, and movie producers pray to meet. The amalgam of "The Godfather’s" dimwit son Fredo, trapped in a young Marlon Brando’s body with a hothead Sonny attitude. A ticking time bomb of an intense Italian miniseries melodrama.

He has three cells in his head, and one is a phone.

Well, the Cave and I have had a weird social history together. It began one night in the year 1999, when I was sitting next to Eve at the bar downstairs a restaurant called Quelli Della Notte. Eve on my right and Caveman on my left. If it were not for Eve's memorable comment, I never would even have noticed him. "Check out the guy sitting next to you, he’s really cute. He used to be even hotter when he was younger, but he’s still pretty cute... Too bad, he is really stupid." She does not even finish her sentence and he involuntarily proves her to be right, making some dumb inappropriate sexual comment about the smell of fish in the restaurant.

Ladies, the signs are ALWAYS there. I just choose to ignore them.


"One inappropriate comment after another spew out of his mouth."


Fastforward back to 2003. A boring year for me. I spot him at another club, and decide he’d be fun to flirt with. After all, he is good looking and it’s not like I intend to marry him. Please, I would not even sleep with him, with his potential posse of worldly venereal diseases. All I am looking for is an evening where I can wear my red top for a Scarface style date at the casino. So I stare. He stares back. The night ends. This goes on for the next couple of months. Very progressive. Finally one night he asks if he can join us at our table. One inappropriate comment after another spew out of his mouth. Remember I'm bored. So I willingly unwillingly accept a date for the next night. He walks me to my car, kisses me good night on the cheek. Calls me twice to make sure that I got home safely. Maybe I was too quick to judge.

The next night I get stood up. No phone call, nothing. What a mistake. Weeks later, I hear a rumour that we made out. For a split second I am transported back to high school. Who the hell starts rumours about making out with someone at the age of thirtysomething.

He is never to be seen again until one fateful summer night. While sitting with some friends at a local cafe, Eve spots his fat head standing at the bar. Time to seize the moment. Walk over to him, confront him about the childish rumour. While he wears out the wood under his feet pacing back and forth, he surprisingly comes up with the most ludicrous excuses of unawareness, blame and denial. Whatever.

Fastforward to New Year’s Eve 2004. He’s at the same party as I. It a new year, I’m not in the mood to hold a grudge.So I send him a drink. I, the woman in the scenario, send him, the caveman a drink. He raises his glass in response. Walking backwards he moonwalks his way closer to me. All the while being guided by the skillful hands of his best Friend Barney.

He can go no further. He has reached an obstacle. My body. I’m not invisible.

Turns out he cannot walk right through me. As karma would have it, at the very moment he is standing on me, my friend Chris asks me to dance. The Caveman looks at Chris. Then he looks at me. Then looks at Chris again. Not liking what he has just witnessed, the Caveman crybaby leaves without saying a word to me. I’m serious.


"Apparently he was expecting a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader salute"


Fastforward to now. It seems that that’s his thing. Moonwalking to get someone’s attention. Although slightly altered, he pretty much approaches us in the same way. Stands around us, waiting for me to notice and acknowledge him. He literally positioned himself at every possible spot in the club, until he finally came to stand right in my view while hiding behind Barney. I look at him until he finally decides to pretend to see me. I wave before he can make his way over to kiss me hello. He does not respond well to the wave hello. Seems like I crushed his ego. Apparently he was expecting a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader salute. Well, I offer something better, the one finger salute. Fug you. It’s self-explanatory, I just could not be bothered.

Why the hell do I even attempt to socialize.