BOOBS!
Okay - sorry no boobs in this blog. Sorry. But a good fight story.
So 7 years ago, my bro-in law and I walk into my favourite pub on a Tuesday night. The bouncers, being dicks, pat us down. I wasn't happy. I was 26 at the time. No need to pat me down on a Tuesday at an Irish pub. Is there?
Anyway, I took exception to it. When we left, I got mouthy with the bouncers. They in turn took a swing, which my bro-in-law caught in mid air (and saved my ass - temporarily) and ended up fighting this bouncer literally in the street. I closed the door on the other guy with my foot - we had been standing in the doorway ready to leave. Fight was kinda over between bro-in-law and bouncer. I let the door go. Turn the other way. Bouncer comes through with blind furry and punches me in the back of the head.
Long story short. I had to get 7 staples (fucking staples) in the back of my head. The fight ended up being 8 on 2. Not good for us. I was mad. Pissed! I wanted to burn the place down. I never forgave them.
But tonight - I went back. First time in 7 years.
Place was almost empty. The bartender, young 20's, was nice. Hot for sure. I was wasting time, and frankly the only reason I was there was because I had time to waste, and the bar I would have gone to had some weird fucking jewlery thing going on. WTF?
Anyway, she was nice. Flirty. But that's what they get paid for right? I swear she kept checking me out. But then, I don't know, probably my imagination. At one point she was looking at a resume with her boss (maybe the owner). He was trying to put a resume to a face. She remembered the girl and told him she was 'smokin hot'. She comes back over to me and explains she's not into girls. Damn - too bad!
We chat a bit more. She introduces herself. I tell her my story about how long it's been since I was here. She's surprised at my age. Say's I look younger. I'm thinking - 'Man, I already paid for my beer, gave her a tip.' But just what they are accustomed to doing - being nice - being flirty. She asks why I am in a hurry. I explain I need to meet my wife.
Anyway, another long story short. I'm leaving. She stops me and says - 'You're really hot, too bad you're married.' I, of course, laugh. She goes - 'No serious - when you came in, I told the kitchen staff that a hot guy just walked in'.
So really I am thinking 'What the fuck' - but respond 'It's too bad you're not into girls'.
Which opens up a whole fucking 5 minute conversation. `Well I might be if your wife`s really hot.` Next thing you know I am showing her pics of my wife.
Is this really happening??
'Are we swingers' - 'Kinda'
'Isn't it cheating?' - 'No we only play together.'
Okay - well this shit never happens to me. And yes, my wife is into girls.
I am leaving for the second time. Trying hard not to smile too big. She tells me about 3 times that she is there 'every Wednesday'.
So - is she trying hard for a better tip next time? Or actually interested. Fuck it -- I am so gonna call her on it.....
Okay - sorry no boobs in this blog. Sorry. But a good fight story.
So 7 years ago, my bro-in law and I walk into my favourite pub on a Tuesday night. The bouncers, being dicks, pat us down. I wasn't happy. I was 26 at the time. No need to pat me down on a Tuesday at an Irish pub. Is there?
Anyway, I took exception to it. When we left, I got mouthy with the bouncers. They in turn took a swing, which my bro-in-law caught in mid air (and saved my ass - temporarily) and ended up fighting this bouncer literally in the street. I closed the door on the other guy with my foot - we had been standing in the doorway ready to leave. Fight was kinda over between bro-in-law and bouncer. I let the door go. Turn the other way. Bouncer comes through with blind furry and punches me in the back of the head.
Long story short. I had to get 7 staples (fucking staples) in the back of my head. The fight ended up being 8 on 2. Not good for us. I was mad. Pissed! I wanted to burn the place down. I never forgave them.
But tonight - I went back. First time in 7 years.
Place was almost empty. The bartender, young 20's, was nice. Hot for sure. I was wasting time, and frankly the only reason I was there was because I had time to waste, and the bar I would have gone to had some weird fucking jewlery thing going on. WTF?
Anyway, she was nice. Flirty. But that's what they get paid for right? I swear she kept checking me out. But then, I don't know, probably my imagination. At one point she was looking at a resume with her boss (maybe the owner). He was trying to put a resume to a face. She remembered the girl and told him she was 'smokin hot'. She comes back over to me and explains she's not into girls. Damn - too bad!
We chat a bit more. She introduces herself. I tell her my story about how long it's been since I was here. She's surprised at my age. Say's I look younger. I'm thinking - 'Man, I already paid for my beer, gave her a tip.' But just what they are accustomed to doing - being nice - being flirty. She asks why I am in a hurry. I explain I need to meet my wife.
Anyway, another long story short. I'm leaving. She stops me and says - 'You're really hot, too bad you're married.' I, of course, laugh. She goes - 'No serious - when you came in, I told the kitchen staff that a hot guy just walked in'.
So really I am thinking 'What the fuck' - but respond 'It's too bad you're not into girls'.
Which opens up a whole fucking 5 minute conversation. `Well I might be if your wife`s really hot.` Next thing you know I am showing her pics of my wife.
Is this really happening??
'Are we swingers' - 'Kinda'
'Isn't it cheating?' - 'No we only play together.'
Okay - well this shit never happens to me. And yes, my wife is into girls.
I am leaving for the second time. Trying hard not to smile too big. She tells me about 3 times that she is there 'every Wednesday'.
So - is she trying hard for a better tip next time? Or actually interested. Fuck it -- I am so gonna call her on it.....
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