Schwantz oh man I thought I was the only one. Couple of years back my bud & I stopped at a bar after work in Seattle. Like in your story, the place was pretty empty. We drank a few & then the bartender brought us a couple more -- which we hadn't ordered. We looked at him puzzled; he said, "These are from those gentlemen over there." "Over there" were two "gentlemen" smiling and raising their glasses to us. I looked around the room and said to my bud in a whisper, "Steve, there's no chicks in here."<br><br>Before an elegant exit can be made an old queen comes & sits next to me, on the other side from my friend. He starts pouting about how his date hasn't shown up, and has that ever happened to me, and can I think of anything he can do to feel better? Out of desperation I keep telling him that I'm "with someone," but at this point my "bud" is pretending that he doesn't know me.<br><br>Then the guy *puts his hand on my leg.* <br><br><!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :eek --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/eek.gif ALT=":eek"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>THAT'S IT. I'm out of my seat like a rocket, out the door as quickly as I can peek out to be sure no one I know is on the sidewalk.<br><br>My pal and I kept that story a secret for a loooooooong time.<br><br>Not that there's anything wrong with that.<br><br><!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :rolleyes --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/eyes.gif ALT=":rolleyes"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>cf<br><br>ps: Hey Pimp -- were you in Seattle a couple of years ago? Just wondering. <p></p><i></i>
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