Wow...my Saturday turned out to be a stellar night when it comes to the world of men. And I mean that with a great deal of sarcasm.
So, it started off good - I was enjoying good company out at a local house of brew, watching some good college football (specifically, watching OSU get hammered - which is very much to my liking), and having a drink or 2. It was a laid back, casual place where my friend and I could get out of the rain, be unbothered and just have a laid back evening without too much excitement besides watching the game.
It got even better for awhile, as I apparently impressed a couple of studly tennis pros with my breadth of knowledge on the topics of football and beer. Apparently men enjoy these two topics. So, they turn out to be very nice, respectable young men, and my friend and I enjoy their conversation and the conversations of a few others there that night. It turns out to be a nice, casual, fun evening.
And then it gets weird. As it always does when men are around, because someone always manages to make a fool of themselves on behalf of their gender.
One of the men sitting down the bar from us staggers over. Puts his hands on my back (and the back of my friend) and manages to semi-coherently deliver this line:
"You have beautiful teeth."
Followed by some continued ramblings about the specifics of my beautiful teeth.
Really? And what exactly am I supposed to do with that? I mean - how would YOU respond?
And then it got better for the guys. And this time it was the bartender's fault. Because he decided to walk over and tell me:
"We're having a wet t-shirt contest and you are up first."
Ummm....check please!
So much for my nice, laid back evening!
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