No More Ca$h.

Last night I went to my favorite gay bar. Of course, the eye fucking immediately began. As I made eye contact with a cute girl on the dance floor, I got "the look." Every lesbian knows what "the look" is. It's the moment of eye fucking in which, without NO words, you get this sentence: "Meet me in the bathroom."

And so I did.

We started to make out. Before I got any further I wanted to know her name (maybe I should've asked before we started to make out). Here's how it went:

Me: Wait...so what's your name.
Her: Cash (in Eminem-gangsta-style tone)
Me: Excuse me? Did you say Cass?
Her: No! Cash. Like money...yeeeeeaaaaah.

And that is when I pushed her away. Ewwwwwwwww. Cash? Really?!! She probably spells it CA$H. Fuck Eminem...and "Cash."