Twenty-five

While I was out with some friends, I took the initiative to greet pretty much everyone that walked in the bar since our table was right next to the door.  By the end of the night I made some friends, frightened a few people, and asked out one guy.  Twenty-five was with his friends who all fit in the jock category and were literally tossing a rugby ball back and forth.  At one point Twenty-five walked by with a cigarette behind each ear and two in his mouth, and I told him that looked like the worst decision of the evening.  He said he had probably smoked all of three cigarettes in his whole life, but that his friends had dared him to try to smoke four at the same time.  Idiots.  He followed his friends outside, and I followed him to give him a cigarette that he had dropped.  His friend (we’ll call him George) asked if I would hang out with them outside and give Twenty-five a kiss after he was done with the cigarettes.  I told George that I was going to walk inside and weigh the pros and cons of that scenario.

A few minutes later I walked up to Twenty-five and said, “While I am not going to kiss you now, no offense, I will go on a date with you.”  As he smiled and said that was sweet, George walked up to me with his lips puckered and tried to kiss me.  I dodged him and asked, “Why on earth are you trying to kiss me when I just asked out your friend?  I’m done.”  I went back inside and they never came back.  I repeat, idiots.