Coffee Warlord
01-24-2004, 12:22 AM
So, I decide to hop over to the bar for a beer after work.
I know the bartender fairly well, we're shooting the shit. I see about a half dozen quite attractive girls walk in, go right past us, and into the private party room.
I am thus informed of the following. There is a "sex-toy" party going on in there, where apparently they are having long conversations and god knows what else about the merits of various implements of sexual bliss.
I shit you not.
Naturally, "have one beer" becomes, "have a lot of beers and hope these chicks come out sometime". Over the course of the next couple hours, at least 2 dozen more girls head on in there, and one of the waitresses is telling me there's 50 people in there.
I wait.
...
Those who exit the room exit the bar entirely. I got nothin'.
Now. What's worse is I'm single Yet Again. If there's 50 attractive women who are so hard up that they're resorting to stuff you gotta plug in, I think it'd be perfectly fair for just one of them to come on over for a round of wild raging sex with yours truly.
Alas, no. The Universe Hates Me. But talk about one screwy time to go out for a drink.
I know the bartender fairly well, we're shooting the shit. I see about a half dozen quite attractive girls walk in, go right past us, and into the private party room.
I am thus informed of the following. There is a "sex-toy" party going on in there, where apparently they are having long conversations and god knows what else about the merits of various implements of sexual bliss.
I shit you not.
Naturally, "have one beer" becomes, "have a lot of beers and hope these chicks come out sometime". Over the course of the next couple hours, at least 2 dozen more girls head on in there, and one of the waitresses is telling me there's 50 people in there.
I wait.
...
Those who exit the room exit the bar entirely. I got nothin'.
Now. What's worse is I'm single Yet Again. If there's 50 attractive women who are so hard up that they're resorting to stuff you gotta plug in, I think it'd be perfectly fair for just one of them to come on over for a round of wild raging sex with yours truly.
Alas, no. The Universe Hates Me. But talk about one screwy time to go out for a drink.