perfect blog material

so i was out last night with a fellow by the name of cheeky and a group of friends. To debunk the myth i made, he showers, brushes his teeth, has taken exactly one yoga classs, and eats the dead flesh of our animal friends. he also has a strong columbian accent and is apparently quite the dancer, as he is not shy to admit. so let me paint the dramatic scene of my undoing in which i virtually nudified myself to a batch of mostly stranger: a group of five of us are sitting in a brazilian bar/cafe and the conversation is very lively because cheeky and i keep saying these random things and trying to convince everyone of the veracity of our lies. oh this is so funnny - like i said to him "people usually think that i am rude and unpleasant the first time they meet me too" (meaningful emphasis on "too"), and then backed it up with a bunch of lies about my first-time-meeting behavior. at this point he had already shared some rather personal details about his late entrance into the world of puberty. anyhow, in what i think is a moment of truth after a spiel relating to his body image problem growing up, Cheeky makes the startling confession that at the ripe age of 29, he is a virgin, and point-blank asks me if i am too. i hedge a bit and the other two at the table (a couple) volunter that they are too. these are friends of friends, so i think, perhaps they are part of a fundamentalist group of some sort, so then i say yes. amazement over all our virginity status is the topic of the table, and then something i say triggers one of them to say, "wait, you really are a virgin?" and i say yes (truth sinks in at this point), and then the table falls a bit silent. right-o. needless to say at this point, i was of course the only one telling the truth on that one. my friend that i drove with had to be up early so we cut the evening short. we left pretty quick. i think the most painful part was that they were embarassed for me and felt like jerks, and there was a strange strain after all this hilarifying (hilarious/horrifying) honesty. i didn't really care. i mean, if people ask, i spill the beans about pretty much anything, i choke on the beans because i'm trying to get them out so fast. i would have prefered that bean to stay down a little longer, but it makes for some ideal blog material in my opinion - bittersweetly true, heartbreakingly funny, annoyingly revealing, dashingly brave, and perhaps just a few sips of a margarita involved to take the sting off. yes, i was glad there was a drink in front of me that had so much lime in it it made my teeth hurt and my throat burn. i took courtesy sips and gave the rest to that cheeky liar. no solice in a drink for me. don't mess with texas, that is the lesson here. **I have to add that "horius" (horrifying/hilarious) has a bit of a ring to it too, which perhaps will find us if i continue in this intimately-honest-on-first-dates vein. i do not mean at all to imply a silent and scandelous "w" on that one either. hmm. perhaps three words need to be combined to get the correct effect and not mislead. virhorious. hillarifyinggin. in the absence of good punctuation and grammar the english major must take refuge in fictitious language. okay, okay, i'm really done. this is nuticulous, but really pretty funtaining. i'm rather engused by my new-up crart... okay - i'm almost done. i just have to quickly admit (here come more beans), all this wordage really does have a scary sliver of truth. the other day i totally was making up words at work and then repeating them back to myself silently and really thinking, is that a word? and having no idea.