40 Boys in 40 Nights

Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you get 2 Hardcore bands of hot Minneapolis* boys staying at your friends' house for the night. And then there are the times you get both.
This is not one of those times.
I picked a boy out at the concert, and he was promising. We went back to Fire Department to hang out and drink beer, while my friends supplied the bands with some floors, couches, and a futon to crash on.
I introduced myself to the guy there, and he definitely got the hint. However, as soon as I was in a room with him for a while, he became unbearably obnoxious. The guy would not stop making comments on things no one was talking about, and trying to show off how witty he was. He was nervous, I got that. But he just kept going.
Then I thought, "What if I get this guy home, and he won't shut up?"
I would have definitely told him he couldn't talk, but I realize how demeaning that is, and I would definitely feel bad about it. Later.
Anyway, in the end, I went home alone.
No More Rock N Roll.

On another note:
After reading my blog, a [totally rock n roll and not at all quiet] boy in my class made the point that I should've learned by now.

Yep.

*Trust me, there is definitely something foxy goin on up in Minneapolis. Hot people mate there.