I went to a show the other night and Mr. Bouncy was just all over the place. He would dance right up to me and my friend and just shake it in front of us. He smelled bad, had beer breath and bad teeth. But I thought his dancing was funny and humored him a little bit by shaking my butt a little bit with him.
He tried to do some grinding from behind, but I don't dig that. I mean really, I don't appreciate some strange man's penis pressing into my butt. Even through clothes. I just don't like it, especially if I don't like the man it's attached to.
After the show was over, I sat over that the bar hanging out while my friend talked a guy. Mr. Bouncy came over to chat. He was from the North Carolina and had just moved to the area, blah blah blah. He tried putting his hang on my back, I tried to squirm away politely.
He smelled terrible.
And then he farted.
I was done.
"I'm going to go check on my friend."
"Your friend looks like she's doing fine."
"Well I'm going to go check on her. It was nice to meet you."
I walked over to my friend who is deep in conversation, so I check out the merch table. I look over quickly and he's leaning against the bar looking very dejected. I pretend not to notice.
Smelly men are one thing, farting is another thing. A smelly farting man hitting on you is something different all together.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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