Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Last week friday a coworker invited me and other co-workers to goto a karaoke bar with her for her B-day. There I met her mother (Dorathy)...who was originally sitting next to her daughter across the table.
Within 4 minutes she relocates herself to the vacant seat to the right of me. We chat lightly and I joke. But it's a karaoke bar and lots of loud people are trying to sing. So it's difficult to hear during that time. That's when she made her move.
Dorathy leans over to say something and brushes her boob on me. Hey, she's got big boobs...it's an accident right? WRONG!
Then second time she leans over to say something she makes sure I know it's not just an accidental brush. I look around for another empty seat at the table...but all the seats were filled. She finishes her line and sits back and laughs.
The third time she doesn't even bother to say anything...and just RESTS HER BOOB ON MY ARM! With her boob using my arm as a boob rest, I freak out...I do the first thing that came to my mind. I turn my head to my left and loudly say, "Sorry, Did you say something?"
To my horrior the dude that was to my left sat there stuffing pizza in his mouth. So there was no way he could've said anything. I was busted. I feel really uncomfortable...I buy Katie one more drink and I leave. Total time spent at the bar: 22
And that my friends...is another true story in John's freaky life.
Within 4 minutes she relocates herself to the vacant seat to the right of me. We chat lightly and I joke. But it's a karaoke bar and lots of loud people are trying to sing. So it's difficult to hear during that time. That's when she made her move.
Dorathy leans over to say something and brushes her boob on me. Hey, she's got big boobs...it's an accident right? WRONG!
Then second time she leans over to say something she makes sure I know it's not just an accidental brush. I look around for another empty seat at the table...but all the seats were filled. She finishes her line and sits back and laughs.
The third time she doesn't even bother to say anything...and just RESTS HER BOOB ON MY ARM! With her boob using my arm as a boob rest, I freak out...I do the first thing that came to my mind. I turn my head to my left and loudly say, "Sorry, Did you say something?"
To my horrior the dude that was to my left sat there stuffing pizza in his mouth. So there was no way he could've said anything. I was busted. I feel really uncomfortable...I buy Katie one more drink and I leave. Total time spent at the bar: 22
And that my friends...is another true story in John's freaky life.
