Last Friday, I went out to a nearby bar that has a live band on the weekend. The band was terrific, and I met some interesting people.
One guy that looked ok asked me to dance. I realized rather quickly that he had already had plenty of drinks, and since the dance floor was packed, he kept holding my hands or putting them around him, holding me pretty close.
The weird thing was, everywhere I touched him, his arm, his side...he was REALLY soft. Squishy. Ew. Plus he was tall and wearing white...all I could think of was the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters! One dance was enough. I begged off another by saying how much I HAD to go to the bathroom.
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