Being a mans man
Out with my cousin and the lads for cuz's 21st feelin very much the big man having just turned 18. Anyways we end up on a "pub tour" cuz in front looking for a suitable venue for the celebrations. Cue jazz music from a back alley and a cozy but stylish pub/club.
Happy days and we pile in. A few Boozes later I decide I need to bleed the bladder and slip into the jacks. Standing there with drainin the man and I see the guy next to me blatently staring. Well!
Straight back out to the lads and fervent whispers of I reckon this place is.... ya know. So I turn round bar and see a guy in a fluffy pink top who states it is "ya know".
Cousin says fuck it we'll stay on so we do.

Now the flirt. Sexy woman least 10 years my senior wearing the traditional lezzy banner of the nineties the dungarees looking over at me no less. Que me swaggering over and asking said lady to dance. She leans close and says yes and after a few stumbling steps grabs me all grrrr like and says I'll lead. Next I'm sitting next to her and chatting bout all the freaky shit she's into and growing a grin that'd put the chesire cat at unease.She's all leaning closer then another dance and I'm feeling quite the man with this (bi-sexual!) wonder. Just as It's looking like action a fucking huge guy sits next to her and pecks her on the cheek. Well not impressed to say the least wondering who this chancer is.

She introduced him.

Bi-sexual pervy (and huge) husband. Who proceeds to sit and sandwich me between his wife and tell me all the great stuff he gets up to. Not feeling such a big man and much a child outta place cue the gay friend who traipses in and begins kissing cheeks of couple and then moves to me who panics and shouts "I'm not into that kinda thing" loud enough to be heard over the music and entire bar so hops up and legs it outta bar with mates in tow.
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Thu 18 Feb 2010, 17:26, Reply)