Ok so my girls and I decided to go out and kick up our heels and have a great girls night. We were looking good and smelling good. Ready to dance and flirt the entire evening.
We walk into the club ready for whatever the night had in store for us when our eyes immediately become fixated on some flailing type movement going on on the dance floor. After closer examination we discover that there is a guy with thick black rimmed glasses with a black, sleeveless mesh muscle shirt on and purple high waters and black converses! A serious throwback to the 80's. WTH!!
I blinked my eyes because I couldn't believe this fool had the audacity to walk out of the house with that mess on.
On the dance floor he did this high jump move then stuck his leg out and slowly brought his leg back in. Then I noticed he had a small black comb in his hand and I shit you not, this fool stopped cold, snapped his arms straight out and then slowly brought his right hand with the comb to his head and started combing his hair! Right there in the middle of the dance floor. You have got to be shitting me! This guy has lost his mind.
My girl Laurie watching all this stumbled backward laughing so hard that she almost fell onto the floor. Luckily I managed to reach around and grab her before she hit the ground but she did manage to break the heel on her shoe in the process.
We finally pull it together enough to find a table and proceed to sit down. I always knew I was a geek magnet but why when I was having a laugh fest at dumb asses expense with my girls did this fool walk up behind me and tap my shoulder just as I was about to take a sip of my drink. When I turned around and saw him standing there my glass went flying into Melissa's lap.
"Hey pretty lady, sorry I startled you. I just wanted to ask you to dance."
I look at him, then at my girls, then at him again then I ask him, "Are you serious?"
He looks at me then lowers his head and says, "I guess not." and walks off to stalk some poor unsuspecting woman.
Why me...whe me?
