2.17.2008

What Happens When You Drink?

I go salsa dancing every weekend - I think I've told you that. I was at the Rumba Room one weekend and met these two guys at the bar while taking a break from dancing. One of the guys C* asked if he could buy me a drink. Sure. Malibu and Coke was the choice of the evening. I enjoyed the drink and perhaps even enjoyed his company as we stood and chatted by the bar counter. He was witty and funny.

C*: “Can I buy you another Malibu and Coke?”
Yeti: “No, I have to drive tonight and I am a light-weight.”
C*: “So...when I drink too much I tend to take off all my clothes and get naked. Do you happen to have that problem?”
Yeti: “No.”
C* “No? Really? Oh, yeah...no...that's cool.”

So, let me admit that with this one – I thought it was kind of funny. Had I not been chatting with him for a while before the comment – I might have thrown what little beverage I had left in my hand into his face. But I had to give the guy credit for his perverted attempt. We chatted for not much longer after that and then I made my quiet escape, on the wings of my friend Elizabeth who was (reluctantly) giving her number to his friend, before C* could even ask me for mine.

2 comments:

Carla said...

ok why haven't you told me that you go salsa dancing every weekend before.. and why haven't you invited me. whore. ok you're not really a whore but it's my new favorite word right now. i use it when people don't do what i want them to do. which is actually kinda accurate to the definition of the word... hm...

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