One night in lynx – Men behaving badly

This is part 3 of the "one night in lynx" series.

I think I sang fear of the dark for half an hour or so, in the meantime my friend was flirting with a few girls who happened to walk by, girls who were interested.

But then, singing fear of the dark was more fun that to jump on the grenades, which happened to be the girls' friends. Näää, I will continue singing.

Apparently we had these two 50 year old women on our table who were watching us,

One guy having girls chatting with him

One guy having the girls' friends eyeing him, but choosing to sing by himself,

And they exploded.

"You are dangerous"

"You are assholes"

"Why are you like that"

I tried reasoning, my buddy tried reasoning with them, to no avail, until he uttered his favorite phrase.

"Fuck off"

Go home, take your grandkids on your lap and tell them you managed to get a "fuck off" (deservedly) from two attractive men. What a fucking life.

So, I talk to women, I am a player, or an asshole, I dont talk, I am dangerous and an asshole,

So why should I even try not to be an asshole.

Btw, for the clueless, you cant do much wrong with being an asshole, while you'll live in the jerk off stage for a long time by trying not to be one. Sad really.

And the answer I gave to a good friend of mine that night when she asked "Are you a bad boy",

I said "No, I go my own way, that is all"

.... I am the man who walks alone.... the streets of cobblestone... dapdadappdaadppadapp

One night in lynx - Fat feet in my face

This is part 2 of the "one night in lynx" series.

Thanks God I was already smashed when I went to the bar to order some Jaloviina (traditional brandy or something), gave my order and had to witness a fat foot rising up to the bar desk, the white socks taken off and the sausage toes with red nail polish shown to some dude hitting on that 35ish blondie.

Alcohol can also be used to erase images your eyes had to see.

Effectively.

One night in lynx - The look that spoke

This is part 1 of the "one night in lynx" series.

It is one night broken into few posts, number yet unknown to me as I write with no plan.

Stsnding with the whiskey in my hand, she walks by and gives me the look.

He, a spanish, walking behind her, sees the look in her face, and then he looks at me.

He knew, that I knew that he knew that I was there before him, and it was just a matter of me inviting her, while he had to still jump through hoops to get there.

End of the night, I, with a good friend of mine, by choice, leaving, and the spanish is on the phone, "Where are you? I could not find you"....

Well, after a story I heard about a friend of mine shagging a girl in the beginning of the night, then the girl getting lost, and then calling him at the closing time, if he wants to meet as she is just out of a hotel room, I would've suggested this spanish to get a clue, close the phone and go home.

Did I?

What the fuck do I care.

The look in his face was entertainment enough. And he is a latino, he can handle it.

Been there, done that, good luck to you buddy.

Good girls love wild

There are things you notice while going through life, that make you smile.

Sisters they are. In their social circle, they are playing the "good girls".

Good girls choose good guys?

Think again.

These sisters have lately been hanging around with this Snoop Dogg imitator, minus the badboyness, possibly my age, but ten years older in the face due to alcohol and substance abuse, who was for long time dating this anorexic blond trash who thought she was Madonna. Both with matching attitudes. Not a guido, more like "wannabe guido".

I'd say perfect match for these good girls.

Now only if there would be a way to spread the news to their future Captain Save-A-Ho's...

Now... Let the hate mail come!

Hunting ducks with anti-aircraft guns

Gotta give my respects anyway

The dude is a middleeastern guido... a recent addition to the clientel of the hipster club.

Slimey curly hair that looks like a duck dipped into diesel. Doing salsa to new agey rock music. Clearly has no clue about the music. Wears an 80's adidas jacket he got from a third hand shop.

Totally in foreign waters. Looks out of the place... Well, so do I possibly, in a bar where the only guys doing any sports are me and the bouncers.

He's getting rejected left and right.

Do I laugh at him?

No.

I respect that. Ok, besides having no stomach to be able to approach some of the creatures he does, , not many guys can actually handle that many rejections and still go on getting shot down like migrating birds hunted by anti aircraft guns.

I'm guessing he averages twenty tries in an evening.

People. Belittle that, joke that, but that dude deserves respect, even if only on that single aspect.

Not an easy thing to do.

One meeting two bloopers

Lady talking about the "humane killing" of test animals in medicine:

"We need to make sure of human killings"

Gentleman talking about keeping a training diary.:

"Everyday I check my training diarrhea"... Looks up, looks down, looks confused, smiles "uuuhhmmm... ohhhhmmm... diary"

The highlights of a full day event. Better than I expected.

Two days apart, two different guys

On the same context,

Me:"You called her when in town?"

Him: "Näää... Was occupied with drinking"

Different guy,

Me: (I was drunk so I cannot recall exactly)

Him: "Fuck that, I dont have the fucking time"

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