My low cut form fitting dress provided enough entertainment for those looking for a show and he made it clear that he wanted the best seat in the house. We exchanged numbers and decided to meet up at Blue Martini the next night to bring in his birthday.
(I was bored)
I meet him there, he buys me drinks and introduces me to his friends. My black shorts and flowey pink half top were perfect for such a relaxed occassion and the night was going smoothly until we began dancing.
With us being at Blue Martini, there aren't too many ways to dance to the constant techno and house music that is played: so the dancing was strictly "lets just have a good time" dancing until he began with the touching.
Throughout the rest of the night, all he did was feel on me. On my breast, my legs, my back and anywhere else that was in arms reach.
There was not one song that played where I wasn't slapping his hand, yelling in his ear to "just chill", or making up a "wow I'm so hot! I need a break from dancing" excuse just so we can get some distance between each other.
I began thinking of every tactic on "How to get out of a bad date" known to women all over the globe but I kept falling short of a believable lie.
I took a bathroom break and explained my dilemma to a woman waiting in line with me. After denying her suggestion of leaving through the back exit, she then told me that she would even pretend to be my sickly, half-dying friend that I just HAD to take home right at this second.
I felt so bad about lying that I just sucked it up and told him that I was getting tired and was going to head out.
A simple lie will always get the job done.
I never heard from him again (after a good two weeks of screening his phone calls) and I blamed the black dress that I was wearing, when we first met, on the way he treated me.
So the dresses that rise as you walk, giving your booty cheeks a little breeze, are all that's left to wear to the club which in turn, attracts these types of men.
The type of man that leaves no room for "Maybe."
Maybe he likes me.
Maybe he wants to get to know me.
Maybe he just wants to sleep with me.
Maybe he's looking for a good time.
This type of man makes it clear from the beginning that sex is the only thing that he wants and the only value of interest to him.
So who's to blame?
The man for being blunt and going after what he wants?
Or Forever 21 for making all of the cute dresses come with booty cheek visibility?
