Clubbing and my crotch

I had the greatest weekend evAr. I went out with some friends to this really snooty bar and met a girl. I was just chillin. Minding my own business, I see this girl heading towards the dance floor. She looks my direction for some reason and smiles. Not being sure if the smile was meant for me I gave her a half smile back. Just enough smile to let her know I noticed but not enough to look like a buffoon if it was meant for any one of the other guys in my general area.

This girl was beautiful. She had long dark hair and eyes like emeralds. She wasn't wearing much make up as she was a natural beauty. My kind of girl.

After the song she heads my general direction. Again, I'm not sure if she's headed towards me or to me. So I play it cool. I try not to look too much like an eager beaver. I feign the half smile again.

Lo and behold she comes right up to me and says, 'I was hoping my smile at you would give you a clue that I wanted to dance.' I told her, 'The smile was good. I noticed. But it would've been so much easier if you would have just asked me to dance.' She laughed and agreed with me.

Next she says, 'Can I buy you a drink?' Of course I said yes. We ended up laughing and talking the entire night. We even mixed in some dancing. She was surprised that I could dance. She thought it was cool that I never once try to put any moves on her or tried any silly lines as men are prone to doing.

She gave me a kiss as we closed the club down and slipped me her number.

....whatever. I lied. Nothing even remotely close to that happened this weekend. I wish it did but no luck. I had to come clean because I was getting turned on by my own story. A sad, sad existence I tell you.

On to real news....

I was at another part of our office talking to some ladies, one of which I find really hot in an older woman kind of way. The other lady I was talking to kept staring at my crotch. Thinking my I had to XYZ examine my zipper, I reached down for a zipper check. I was good to go. But she continued to stare at my crotchal region. I'm still not sure why.

So I turned to the hotter, older lady hoping she would notice what the not hotter lady did in regards to my crotch and I couldn't get her to cop a visual feel. You win some. You lose some.

The whole crotch story was real.