So anyway we were all walking to get a brew or something and some hot punk chick with tatts and huge boobs approaches us. She is wearing a shirt that says "I like tough guys with tattoos". It was tied at the midriff like this chick has it, but the sleeves were cut off , did I mention she was way hot?
So she approaches us and walks up to me and, in front of everybody, she puts her finger in my chest and says "Hey, I love your ink! You look like my kinda guy! Do you want to go somewhere?"
In reality I was stunned, my inner voice screamed "HOLY ****!! HOT CHICK WITH A HUGE RACK IS TOUCHING YOU!!! I was in full panic mode. Not that I usually freaked around hot chicks but this blindsided me, I was not expecting it.
But somehow what comes out is "Sorry sweetheart, but I'm spoken for!" like I'm Humphrey Bogart or Cary Grant or something. It was true but where did that come from?
She makes a pouty face and caresses my cheek and says "Oh, that's too bad! Well, come find me if you change your mind" and saunters off.
I then turn to my brother and my LGK cohorts and say "So we gonna get beers or not?" like I am unaffected.
So my brother and LGK folks sorta looked at me different the rest of the night, like I was some kinda iron willed noble hearted stand up guy. Truth be told, even though I was in fact spoken for, I felt like a deer in the headlights. I wanted to scream "Do not tempt me you evil hot seductress! I just got married so please leave me alone!" and then run away. But somehow I pulled it off like I was in total control.
Last edited by Kings Provisional; January 25th, 2014 at 12:46 AM.