There was this one other time...
As soon as we'd gotten to the bar and had sat down at a table, this guy walks straight up to the table and he stands there, staring at my date's petite body with obvious drooling lust. Then he looks at me, then he looks back at her, then he turns and walks away.
My date and I just look at each other, and then I shrug, like I got no clue.
I was kinda pissed at him though, because I'd explicitly stated DO NOT APPROACH HER OR US! NOT UNTIL IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FUCK HER!
He obviously wasn't a real bright guy though, so okay, I let it go. And he wasn't handsome either. He probably hadn't had a girlfriend in 10 years, if ever.
She hadn't gotten spooked by him, luckily, so a few minutes later my date was dancing alone, in the crowd, to the live band. I sat with my pint of IPA, watching her, and waiting for it.
I knew that she would shake her booty until she got sweaty from dancing, and then she would duck outside to the dark area where people go to smoke, and the not-bright guy knew that too, because I'd told him.
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