Last Friday night, I went to the Barking Kudu with some friends. Friends in particular were Ginny, Celeste and Grant. There was a great 80s tribute hair band playing. Well, when you combine 80s music, drinking and Ginny, Celeste and myself dancing will ensue. It’s a proven fact. That was fun. Loads o’ fun. The not so fun, but rather funny part happened when G & C went to the powder room.

Grant and I were standing next to one another and talking and quasi dancing ~ Grant doesn’t really dance. Anyway, G & C came back from the bathroom and the dancing resumed among the three of us. This guy walks over to us and asks me (with a VERY southern/redneck accent) if "that guy I was talking to was my boyfriend" to which I replied with a laugh and a "no." He steps back from us a pace or two. While we’re dancing, I asked Ginny to be my pole so there may have been some provocative moves going on. I don’t know, I didn’t see myself dancing.

Anyway this guy walks back over (let’s call him beer head) and says to me, "Maybe I should ask if she’s your girlfriend." I replied with another laugh and "no." Well, apparently beer head was incredibly encouraged by this and proceeded to attempt to dance with us. Well, at that particular moment, I was rather low to the ground and his ass ended up in my face. Not exactly what I was anticipating/looking for/whatever. Beer head: 0.

Well, Grant steps up at this point and pushes him away from me (Love you Grant!) and tells beer head, "Dude, don’t put your ass in her face. She doesn’t like that."

Beer head: "How do you know?"

Grant:"Just trust me."

Beer head (turns to me): "Hey, hey, do you like it when I stick my ass in your face?"

Me: "No. Not really."

Beer head (turns back to Grant): "Good call, man. Good call."

Given the caliber gentleman that beer head is, I’m sure you can see why I think dating is a bad idea.