Chance meeting outside the club, redux
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
Sunday, December 12, 2010 10:47 PM
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?
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