Damn, I
just got asked
AGAIN!
But, considering the context, and the followup, it was understandable.
.....
I shut my bar down, and these two gals made it a point to tell me they were going to up the street to another.
V: "I'll try to get out of here in time for last call up there.
I'd really like a drink. *EC's target, EC's friend who turns, looks back to target with a 'you really know why' look and smirk* If I don't see you, have a good night!"
I got there, and one girl was walking out already:
V: "Really? I just got here!"
HB7(non-target): "Huh? Oh! Hey!" *stops, recognizes, turns around to head back in* "HB9 is going to be like 'WTF' when she sees me."
We go in, I see the HB9 friend (target), we nod hellos, HB7 gets hung up by whoever, I break to get drinks before last call, they hit the floor to dance, I moved past them to say "Hi" to another chick I recognized [
![Stick Out Tongue :p :p](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
social proof!], then I posted at the bar, set my drinks down, sat and organized my gear for a moment, and instantly the environment starts interacting. A chick I was next to turned and started drunk blah-blah blahing. The dude next to her had some cool bling on, and I complimented his style. He reciprocated on mine, and the chick between us calls over some HUGE amazon chick with an equally huge rack. She stands behind and me puts her cans on either shoulder as she is rattling on about drunken whatever. Amazon rubs my shoulders and starts asking "do you want to get your face slapped with my titties? You got no idea what's about to happen, huh?" This chick stood a full foot-and-a-half taller than me... YIKES!
V: "I've had plenty of titty slappings: I'm good, thanks."
Amazon:
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*gets all fussy, backs off, starts talking about her ass and trying to get me to handle it*
Oh, and amazon's name was "Sparkles"... lol@stripper name :crackup:
Anyway, about that time I look back at the HB9... she is, and has been, staring. I gave her a sort of "help?" playful look, and she came up with her empty drink to get another. No dice, after last call, the crowd empties out. HB9, HB7, and myself part ways and meet back up outside (they were obviously waiting).
The target was chatting up some guy who pulled up as he was leaving that she knew, and I was chatting with HB7. From the interaction at my bar, I gathered that she was a hair stylist. And, she was foaming about what a good job she did on her friend's (HB9's) cut/dye. I looked over and her (HB7's) blonde roots were showing like crazy, and, of course, I busted her about them.
V: "She dyes her hair? What color is she naturally?"
HB7: "You can tell by her eyebrows."
V: "I didn't see her eyebrows past her eyes, so, I'll ask again: What color is she naturally?"
HB7: "Light Brown."
V: *looking at HB9* "Oooph! Well, I'm a fan of it dark. Yeah, you did a good job." *looks over at HB7, who's hair is dark* "Uh..."
HB7: "What?"
V: *says nothing yet, reaches up and messes with her part*
(HB9 target returns)
V: "Your roots are showing about a quarter inch, kitty-kat. Busy lately?"
HB7:
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V: "I see, your eyebrows are light, too. You can color those to match, you know." *turns to HB9, EC's, smiles lightly*
HB7: "Are you gay?"
V: "Because I'm 'not supposed' to know about this stuff?"
HB7: "Yeah!" *looks at HB9 in shock/feigned disgust* "You're over here picking at my hair like a monkey..."
V: "Don't worry, monkey, you're clean. I was kinda hoping for a snack, though." *plucks at her hair and gestures as though putting imaginary bugs into mouth*
HB9: (laughing)
HB7: (somewhat embarrassed now) "Seriously, are you gay?"
V: *says nothing, gestures with the wrist*
HB9: "NO you're NOT!"
V: *looks at HB9, smiles, looks back to HB7, raises eyebrow, nods sideways towards HB9 as in 'she said it', turns toward toward HB9 and begins another topic*
.....
In this situation, the topic was hair coloring. I could see how she might be genuinely confused once I popped her about some things that average guys wouldn't notice. What can I say? I like hair.
Anyway, then, when I didn't buckle or flinch when she brought out the "gay" guns, she still couldn't tell. In fact, me joking and being perfectly comfortable about it made her ask again.
I was having a pretty good time with those two. Aren't men allowed to have a good time?
This time, the context was such that I could see why they would ask. Other times, however, when it comes out of the blue, out of context, I see it as a sh¡t test.
____________postscript__________________
Damn, I kind of surprised myself with this interaction.
I haven't 'operated' in several months because of my situation and focus - I'm just too damn busy, tired, and behind. I can't help but to smile when I step back and think of the whole night.
If anyone is interested, I could bump up my FR. For now, though, I need to crash.