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oh yeah, on a side note, last night was a great night, except for ONE little event...
I was outside the Brickskeller, waiting for a freind to show up since she didn't know how to get there, and while waiting, an older gentleman (who looked about 60 or so, maybe more...) came up to me and I thought he was just being freindly, "hey, how are you doing?", wanting to shake my hand... being the kinda-nice guy that I am, I went to shake his hand. He grabbed my hand and started to MASSAGE my hand.... ok... wierd... then he said "hey, you're really cute" and I was like "um... " and I tried to take back my hand, and he didn't really want to let go (but he was old, so it wasn't THAT hard to snatch my hand back). He asked me where I was going and I pointed to the bar and he asked if I wanted to hang out with him. I said no and he begrudgingly walked off. Part way down the road he turn around and askd me if I was sure I didn't want to be with him... I told him no again, and then he walked off.
Needless to say, I washed my hand almost immediately after my freind came.
Things I should have taken into consideration while down at the Brickskeller:
-It's located in DuPont Circle, the heart of Washington, DC's gay/lesbian community
-my boyish good looks =P
Just kiddin on that last part ^_^;;;; Though I must say.... now I know what it feels like to be pawed after by a dirty old man... ::shudder:: ^_^;;;
-Tom
I was outside the Brickskeller, waiting for a freind to show up since she didn't know how to get there, and while waiting, an older gentleman (who looked about 60 or so, maybe more...) came up to me and I thought he was just being freindly, "hey, how are you doing?", wanting to shake my hand... being the kinda-nice guy that I am, I went to shake his hand. He grabbed my hand and started to MASSAGE my hand.... ok... wierd... then he said "hey, you're really cute" and I was like "um... " and I tried to take back my hand, and he didn't really want to let go (but he was old, so it wasn't THAT hard to snatch my hand back). He asked me where I was going and I pointed to the bar and he asked if I wanted to hang out with him. I said no and he begrudgingly walked off. Part way down the road he turn around and askd me if I was sure I didn't want to be with him... I told him no again, and then he walked off.
Needless to say, I washed my hand almost immediately after my freind came.
Things I should have taken into consideration while down at the Brickskeller:
-It's located in DuPont Circle, the heart of Washington, DC's gay/lesbian community
-my boyish good looks =P
Just kiddin on that last part ^_^;;;; Though I must say.... now I know what it feels like to be pawed after by a dirty old man... ::shudder:: ^_^;;;
-Tom