Jan 07, 2007 06:08
Every Saturday night we end up at the same bar. The crowd is a good mix. The service is shitty. Overall we have fun.
There is one gay guy who shows up almost every Saturday night. I always get excited when I see him walk in because I just love watching him dance - he's amazing.
Well. My friend Liz's friend Rodney was sitting beside me and asked me if the gay guy's dancing turned me on. He was joking and not expecting my answer which was "fuck yeah." Then I explained.
Although not always true, you can kind of tell if a guy is going to be good in bed by the way he dances. You can at least tell if he has rhythm which is really important. This guy does. Plus, the way he moves is just plain hot.
Fast forward to 2 am. We're sitting waiting for our shitty waitress to bring us our tabs so that we can pay and leave and Rodney leans over to me again and says "that gay guy is totally making out with some chick... get in there!" I look back after the kissing is done, but fake jealousy just to play along.
Rodney says "I'll go over there and flirt with him and get his number. Then, I'll pass it on to you."
Liz hears this conversation and takes it upon herself to go over and introduce herself to him and invite him over to our table.
He comes over and Rodney is trying really hard to embarrass me by saying things like "Amy wants your number" and "Amy wants to dance with you" and the gay guy (Inez) replies with "how about I get your number and dance with you instead" and nudges up on Rodney.
Anyway... he ended up hugging all of us and kissing our cheeks. At some point someone told him that I like it when people touch by breasts and he reached over and grabbed my breast and tweeked my nipple.
Did I mention he's 45 years old?
Things just get more and more interesting every week.
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