Chance meeting outside the club, redux
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
Last week, my daughter, one of her friends, and I walked into a fast food joint, and there at the counter with some guy was a dancer whose charms I'd sampled a few times. She turned around when we walked in, and appeared to not recognize me, just as I appeared to not notice her. As we were leaving with our food, though, and my companions' attention was directed out the door, she caught my eye and winked.
Fast forward to last night, and she's in the club.
Her: Thanks for not recognizing me in front of my boyfriend last week.
Me: Thanks for not recognizing *me* in front of my daughter.
Her: What say we go in the back and not recognize each other for the
Next half hour.
How could I resist a line like that?
Fast forward to last night, and she's in the club.
Her: Thanks for not recognizing me in front of my boyfriend last week.
Me: Thanks for not recognizing *me* in front of my daughter.
Her: What say we go in the back and not recognize each other for the
Next half hour.
How could I resist a line like that?
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The next night, while waiting in line for movie tickets, she and a really nerdy looking guy were in line in front of me. I could tell that she recognized me, but neither one of us said anything. I even resisted the strong urge to say "please don't make me touch your <junk> again!"
Tis the season, obviously..
Which brings up a point, as it were. If you DID run across a club regular whilst out and about and she made an offer similar to mine, would you assume that whatever costs were typical in the club would also apply in the produce section of the grocery store or the dressing room at Macy's
cravey, i wouldn't assume anything, i would ask how much.