Ah, the bar scene. My bestie and I went out last night for a little girls night and almost immediately she strikes up a conversation with this dude. Luckily for me (I say that sarcastically), he had a friend.
Before I tell the rest of the story I should say that I get a kick out of the back and forth of bar conversations. I enjoy being fiesty and giving guys who think they're hot shit a little taste of their own medicine. I can do it with a smile on my face but nonetheless, I'm making fun of them. It passes my time because I'm not out to find anyone at a bar.
Anywho, this buddy of his saunters over to me. Let me list his top comments last night.
1. So, are you a surfer? 'Cause you have blonde hair.
2. So, when guys come up to you they are expecting blue eyes, you know, cause you have blonde hair. Has a guy ever seen your eyes and walked away? I mean, I love brown eyes but most guys like blue eyes with blonde hair.
3. You have the softest, most amazing hair. It's so long and blonde. *This he says after I realize he's been sitting behind me for at least 15 minutes just softly petting my hair. So softly that I didn't feel it. The bartender pointed it out to me.*
4. I love your hair
5. Can I cut some of your hair and take it with me?
6. How did you get your hair to be so soft and perfect?
Yeah. Then as we're leaving he asks for my number.
No. Call me crazy, but no.
Seriously, why the hell am I single? I have so many great choices. Oh man, over it.
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