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“I hear that 80’s nights are a good look for us,” I told Wingman. We would stand out. “Let’s do it,” he said. So off we went. I knew I wasn’t a fan of the music, but I’d suck it up for a new experience. Let’s just go with it and see what happens.
Most of the people there were in large groups, like co-workers partying beyond happy hour. That did not stop people from trying to include us in the partying. “How can you see all of this and not dance!” said one girl. I think, no, I know I have lots of rhythm, but this music was like anti-rhythmic. I just didn’t understand it, I guess.
In the corner of the bar was my shot: tall blondie, talking with her short, plain-looking friend. I made my move: went to the bar next to her and ordered another drink, and just started a convo. No idea what I said, it all just seemed natural. She was a head taller than me, blonde, really nice body, face was decent. And she just moved to town.
Things progressed nicely. I told her I had never been to an 80’s night. “Ooo I Looove 80’s nights!” Figured. She told me about her love for it. “You’ll have to make me a good CD. I don’t know any of this music,” except for the MJ that kept coming on. She agreed, and told me she make me the best CD.
Eventually Wingman came over to talk to her short friend. Oh yeah, forgot she was standing there, looking depressed. Whoops. He did his thing with the shorty. Good. I can get back to tall blondie.
It all seemed easy. However, I knew I wasn’t doing the touching to truly escalate. But it didn’t even matter. She asked me if I thought her mid thigh-high dress was too short, then lifted it to show the shorts underneath. I told her that on the east coast, she can’t wear shorts underneath that type of dress. “Are you sure?” Of course I’m sure. “But it might be bad for when I dance,” she said, as she sat back on the stool, spreading her legs while slowly lifting the dress up…
It was getting late and it was time for her and her friend to go. I suggested we hang out again. The problem that was running through my mind was, it was the middle of the week, and I know better than to do dates on weekends. But if I set it too far in the future, lots of stuff could happen until that date. Stuff that would be bad for me. Uh oh. “Oooo I love doing brunch, let’s do it Saturday!” Crap. Not sure what to do, I just went along. “There’s this Indian place that has great food. But it’s gassy.” I was trapped, but played it cool. I knew a date during the day was a bad idea. Well, at least it would be an experience. We said our goodbyes and she left.
Wingman and I moved to the other end of the bar, deciding whether to stay or go. The crowd had thinned out some, and it didn’t look like there was anything left. I was ready to keep going. You could understand the amount of confidence I had grocery bagging tall blondie. Let’s keep building on that. But then I saw her coming toward me out of the corner of my eye, and before I had time to react, she was all up on me…
Nice one man. You are becoming one with the force.
“There’s this Indian place that has great food. But it’s gassy.”
WTF did you say that or did she… if it was you new rule never bring up farting, dumps or anything like that when setting up a date.
Did you get her number that night or what?
SHE said that. Yeah, I was like wtf. Yeah i got them digits too.
Ahaa just like I don’t like dancing to anything with booty lyrics! Just the beats please.
even though the VK didn’t write this but “The Rookie” did, I still love this blog!
Hmm.. asshole.
I detect the scent of….
bitterness.
Bitterness is beta.
Tis best, son, that you do something about that.
Why should anyone care less about the sexual preferences of an adult, irrespective of their race?
There are over 300 million people in the USA.
Whether some outliers here or there prefer people outside their race, or whether it appears this way from a selective reading of a selective presentation of their erotic exploits, is really not my concern.
The reading of course is entertaining.