Lesbian computer assembly
So after 45 minutes on an expressway, we got to Springwood – this is still a suburb of Brisbane. If you missed that, this city is huge!
This mission was to help my lesbian flatmate carry some boxes. In typical female fashion, she has decided to build up her own computer from parts and save big dollars. Now at GameDude in Springwood, the parts are a couple dollars cheaper. Forget the travel expense to get here! But I must agree, the component prices were definitely reasonable even after doing my standard “South African” currency conversion.
A serious nerd hangout!
The counter hand had one eye permanently attached to the computer screen whilst the other eye appeared rather enlarged through set of double armour-plated glasses or should I say goggles? The head kinked to the side. A genetic cross-eyed disorder aggravated by excessive nerdism.
Throughout the buying process I was constantly reminded that she could get a really nice pair of shoes or dress for this money.
“Do I really need that square thing?” – referring to the processor.
And she was adamant that her monitor has only three connections – there is no need for a video card with that plug thing. Finally she accepted the eyeballs explanation.
Obediently, I carried the boxes to the car. The square thing tucked into her handbag.
Once back at the flat it was time to escape before the other women arrive. One of her friends knows how to put a computer together and install Windows! I’m thinking female mechanic.
Time to leave – actually, run!!!
So I hopped on the train and went off to the city, but unfortunately not long enough. Three hours later I walked in expecting the chick fest to be over, the computer assembled and normality restored to the known world.
Instead I was met by Kylie, not Minogue but butch. The female computer mechanic was a lesbian. A chick dressed like a man, walking and talking like a man, the whole shebang.
The handshake was forceful with attitude. Shocked I returned the shake with interest and then some. Needless to say I think we got off on the wrong hand. I crawled into my room only to spend the rest of the evening listening to the static.
To their credit, the other girl – Shelly – really knows how to stroke the guitar. I had the pleasure of listening to cords from ‘Hotel California’ and Billy Joel’s ‘Piano Man’ amongst others – just brilliant.
I could easily fall for a girl that plays so well. She stroked my heart you could say;-)
Then out came that damm ‘CS Cowboy’ again and in a matter of minutes the alcohol driven conversation degenerated into female orgasms, multiple sequential orgasms, faking it, frigidness, rashes, running around in pantyhose, massages and the problem with men…
What I don’t understand is why would two lesbians keep a male husky dog?
I think this could be an education and then some.
It was probably some female bonding magnification thing that must have picked up on my apprehension. So I ended up with my hands in the sink. Dutifully and obediently, I washed up and returned to my cage. Now I listened to the happily fed women continue on their quest to put a computer together.
This was turning out to be really long night.
Does it fit into this slot or that one, Kelly?
Do I need this cable?
Where’s the power source for that?
Why isn’t that light on?
I’ve never seen a machine do that before
Just after nine, the thought of work tomorrow beckoned and the chick fest was over. Finally peace and tranquillity returned. Then I was roped into getting the CD, sound, printer and USB working.
A couple minutes later, my flatmate somewhat weary, was finally happy. Her very expensive little square thing, wires and other parts were working.
What exactly did the girls do that took them over seven hours?
