My Hero of the Night

Tonight I went out as planned. I got my nails done, stopped by McD's to get a burger, then I headed to the country bar to check out the band of the week, while hoping just maybe there would be someone there I knew that I could hang out with.

For starters, I went to a new nail place. The guy did a disappointing job on my nails. The prices here are so much higher than they are down in Texas. You would think for the money you would get top service and a job worthy of the price. Not so much. Serves me right for trying someone different. I am so unhappy that I am seriously considering going to my regular place tomorrow to have them fixed rather than wait until I need my next fill. *sighs* Only problem is that I really like the polish color, and I had my toes done too. If I get my nails fixed, that means I'll need to get my toes repolished to match. arrgghh. I know that sounds really vain, but I enjoy taking a some pride in my appearance - right on down to my polished toes, lol

After getting my nails done & getting a bite to eat, I headed to the country bar. When I got there I was surprised to see so many cars in the parking lot for a Tuesday night. Unfortunately, the only people I knew when I went in were the bartenders and the manager. I tried calling one of the girls I know to see if she wanted to come out and join me, but she never returned my call. Well, since I was already there, I decided to stay for a drink and check out the band.

So...I'm sitting there alone, minding my own business, drinking my drink and enjoying the band of the week. They were actually really good, which means I might go back again one day this week if I can find someone to go with me. Anyway...I finished my first drink, and decided to stay for a second one since I was really enjoying the band. While I'm sitting there, this guy walks up to me and says, "You have beautiful breasts!" He starts making these noises, like 'mmm-mmm-mmm" - Then he askes me if I will turn towards him so that he can see them better. Uh...what the hell??? I have had men approach me before, and even comment on my cleavage in a subtle, even polite or humorous way, but I have never had anyone be quite so blunt. If this guy hadn't been so insistent on wanting to see them, I would have taken it as a compliment, but he turned out to be really annoying and wouldn't go away. The whole time he stood there next to my table, he stared with intent at my cleavage all the while telling me how great they were.

It didn't take long for me to tell this guy that he was making me really uncomfortable, and eventually I asked him to leave or I was going to get the manager. Then he apologizes (while still staring at my cleavage) and tells me that when he sees something he likes, he goes for it. Period. Then he continues with, "Look around. You have the best breasts in this bar", while pointing out the breasts of other women in the bar. OMG! At this point I started looking around for the manager. Then this other guy, who patrons the country bar nightly, came over and sat next to me and started talking to me. My hero! The breast-obsessive guy findly left. Thank the Gods!

There's nice, there's flirtatious, and then there's plain old scary. This guy was just plain old scary! So much so that for the first time ever, I actually requested that the manager walk me to my car when I left.

When I went out tonight, this was not the kind of "fun" I was looking for. And this is EXACTLY why I hate going out alone. I wish I could find a real friend to hang out with here.

As for my hero, well, he's an 89 year old man, LOL! He's a good guy though - friendly and funny, and everyone there loves him. It's nice to know that chivalry still exists.