She was definitely making a complete spectacle of herself. She was in the lounge with her big ripped muscle-ridden boyfriend. It was nothing I hadn't seen before: Women making asses out of themselves in clubs.
Words of wisdom from SCARECROW:
"Grown Women Crave Affection, Little Girls Crave Attention"
I kept thinking, "Nobody cares - stop making an ass out of yourself."
I ordered another drink from the bartender.
ASIDE: In case anybody is wondering - I am not a beer drinker - I drink martinis, margaritas, or various other mixed drinks. I have met men who will only order beer for fear of "looking gay". When they say this to me, "I cannot drink martinis - people will think I am gay",. I respond with, "Oh, you mean you're not." It feels so damned good to be a smart-a$$.
"WOO-HOO, we're from Washington!", the woman shouted again.
The bartender handed me my drink, "Hey, did you know that she is from Washington?"
I responded, "Yeah, I have heard rumors about that - and I think they might actually be true".
The bartender looked disgusted.
I sipped my drink, lit a cigarette, and reflected on my life. After a while, the loud and obnoxious woman came over to me.
"Can I have a cigarette?" she asked.
The pack was sitting on the bar. I picked it up and opened it. Then, I thought, why?
"No", I replied.
"Why not?" she asked angrily.
With a sour look on my face I said, "Because I don't like you". And I didn't.
She looked like all those other empty-headed yet conceited bimbo's that were:
too good to talk to me.
were "out of my league"
Had no interest - since I am not psychotic.
You get the idea.
The bartender had a surprised look on his face - as if saying, "Wow, and here I thought you were the type to just cater to anything with a vagina".
She went off - back to her boyfriend. My eyes followed her as she went.
She talked to her boyfriend briefly.
The big muscle-ridden man sat up from their table and started walking towards me.
I thought to myself, "You gotta be kidding me - this for a cigarette - well, whatever, come get some buff-boy."
I unzipped jacket, and prepared for a physical confrontation.
The bartender stepped in, "Unless you and your loud-mouthed girlfriend want to have security escort you out the door - you can sit your ass right back down NOW!".
I was stunned. The muscle man sat back down and sulked with a frown on his face.
I was thinking. Insignificant me. I do not look threatening - but who knows, I could have a gun, tazer, pepper spray, or a knife on my person. I might have even had something far worse than a conventional weapon - something that only an intelligent mind twisted by a life of bad experiences would have dreamed up for personal protection.
This muscle-man was willing to risk physical confrontation with a "lone stranger" in a bar - just to get his obnoxious girlfriend a cigarette. How stupid is that?
Do I blame that man for his girlfriend's behavior?
No I do not. Women are sentient beings. They are responsible for their own actions. And, SHE obviously had INFLUENCE over HIM. PERIOD!
Would I call him a mangina? Nah, I would however call him an IDIOT, a LOSER, a DUMB-A$$ etc...
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