Not much has happened with Voodoo Girl from my previous posts. In fact, apart from making tentative plans to go out last week – which never materialised for some reason – nothing has happened at all. Even though I got over the hard bit by getting in touch after a criminally long time, unanswered calls and no replies to a couple of texts mean I just can’t be arsed chasing now. I haven’t tried contacting her since and neither has she got in touch with me. So that is that.
Although, as one bites the dust, I seemingly had a few admirers over the weekend.
First off was on Friday night, the bar was a bit crowded and people had to squeeze past each other. Normally to grab someone’s attention to ask them to just budge out the way a little, I either tap them on the shoulder or tap their waist as I move through, obviously whilst smiling and saying various pleasantries such as: ‘excuse me’, ‘cheers mate’, ‘ta’, ‘nice one’ etc.
One person, on their way past didn’t try to push me out the way, utter ‘excuse me’ or other such pleasantries. Instead they patted my arse and had a good ol’ grope of my behind. Surprised, but also hoping said person was attractive, I turned to have a look to see what she was like.
Surprise very quickly turned to horror when I realised it wasn’t a female. It was man!
He then held eye contact longer than necessary and nodded at me. I’ll be honest; I froze and let out a little scream inside. I’ve had my arse felt before but never by a man!
That should’ve been that. But nooooooooo, said man decided to almost stalk me around the bar for about the next hour. I lost count the number of times he took various snake like passages through the crowd to go past me again. It wasn’t just in my mind either; my mates noticed his undivided attention too.
Quite flattering in some way, but I was annoyed when we all walked through to go outside on the terrace thing (so my mates could inhale some cancer into their lungs), he was stood by the door and even though my mates got through unscathed, he managed to half block my path so I had to squeeze past. At this point my mates obviously found it hilarious! He must’ve got the hint though because thankfully I didn’t see him again.
Fast forward to Saturday and a different bar, in a different part of town and I was waiting for my mate to come back from the bar. What happens? I got chatted up by two lads.
Five minutes earlier I was 80% certain I’d seen one of them give the other a kiss on the cheek. As I was still waiting for my mate I seen them look over a couple of times and one of them point at me. Now, I know they could’ve just been being friendly, but lads don’t normally approach other lads for a chat on a Saturday night out in bars do they? Not in my neck of the woods anyway. So there I was trying my best to not be unfriendly, but not be too friendly! They scarpered when he came back, again, much to his amusement.
Then to round it all off, a little while later, my mate was laughing as I came back from the bar. I asked what he was laughing at:
“You! The lad over there in fancy dress camouflage gear thing (and he definitely wasn’t lost on some reconnaissance mission for the army), was giving you the eye and checking you out as you walked past!”
What’s going on?! I’ve never knowingly been given attention from another man before, let alone three times in 24 hours.
Maybe it was the pink fairy wings I was wearing (joke!).
It’s flattering and all, but as I don’t bat for that side, can I have some interest from females next weekend please!