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Mead, dancing & drinking
Post by Post by The Beast Girl on February 9, 2009 at 13:18 | Category: Funny StoriesA few years back I was introduced to McBabes (names have been changed to protect the innocent), a.k.a. a round ‘em up, ride ‘em all night long hick bar just north of town. Needless to say, I quickly fell in love.
One night was particularly memorable. We had had several drinks (prolly like 2 sheets to the wind) and we were 
sitting on this stage thing that is, but never gets used for, a pole dancing type jig. I remember scanning the room earlier that night and noticing a good looking cowboy (very similar looking to the picture to the right). As we’re sitting on the stage he came up and starting talking to us. Nice guy. Asked me to dance several times and we were having a good time. In between dances the three of us girls were chatting with him and my friend asked his name. The music was loud and he was at LEAST 3 sheets in so when he spoke it sounded like he said, “MEAD”. We replied, “What?! Mead?” And he said, “No, Mead.” This continued for about five minutes until finally he said, “MY NAME IS PETER. PETE FOR SHORT. PETE! MY NAME IS PETE!” We all laughed. For the rest of the night, and for many months after we referred to him as Mead.
Anyway, back to the story: The evening was winding down and we were getting ready to leave. Mead decided, “I want to kiss one of you.” “Huh…did he just say that?” is what I thought. Indeed he did, as was confirmed when he leaned in quickly toward my friend to my left! She kicked back as fast as she could, almost laying flat on her back on the stage, yelling, “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” and then pointing at me, “SHE’S SINGLE!” Before I knew what was going on, I turned my head only to find his faced mashed against mine in the most awkward kiss of my life. My friends were on the ground, probably peeing their pants, laughing hysterically.
A few weeks later we returned to McBabes. Mead was there. After sometime of making eye contact and inquisitive, “do I know you?” across-the-room glances, he approached me, asking me to dance. We once again struck up conversation, only this time sober. I learned he just bought a horse, drove a truck, love the outdoors, etc. At the end of the night he asked for my number and if I wanted to go horse back riding sometime. In a moment of, I dunno…weakness? curiosity? I agreed.
We ended up going on several dates and though he was still good looking and a good kisser (minus the awk bar kiss), he was a very matter-of-fact talker and extremely boring.
Moral of the story: don’t let drunk boys kiss you at bars and then give them your number just because they drive a truck, own horses or look like Brad Paisley.
5 Responses to “Mead, dancing & drinking”
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Still, I don’t blame you for being distracted by the fact that he owned a horse, drove a truck or looked like Brad Paisley. It’s a pretty deadly combination. ;-)
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