So, I seem to have this knack for attracting cougars in bars. It’s scary, uncanny and rather odd.
Last Friday night I went out with some friends from work. We had hopped a couple of bars and ended up at Ground Kontrol – An arcade with a bar. It’s pretty awesome.
For those of you who know me, you know that I can tend to be a little sweaty. Especially when it’s really warm and with all those video games, it was even warmer, so I had started to show my sweat through my shirt.
So I went to go get another beer and while standing in line, a woman walks up to me, runs her hand down my chest and stomach, then says “My you’re awfully hot and sweaty.” Why me? What have I done to deserve such things. So I went upstairs to tell my friends of this latest trouble – as I got to the moment where I’m about to relate what is was she had said, the woman walks up behind me and says “There’s my big sweaty man” Eep! Ack! What?
We decided that it was about time to leave that bar.