Big Pimpin' in Nashville

Nashville is good for my self-esteem because I tend to have major game in this particular city.  I'll admit that my luck is partly due to the fact that the people I meet there are from out of town, have consumed a few adult beverages, and are ready to have some fun.  Regardless of the reason I hit it off with these people, I cherish the experiences!  In addition to dancing the night away with some of my favorite Hoosiers on this trip, I also made some new friends AND was the recipient of a few kisses.

Kiss 1: A guy was walking by me with his hand in the air for a high five to his friend, so I put my hand up for a five as well.  The guy (we'll call him Carlton because he was a horrible dancer) grabbed my hand and started dancing with me.  Without ever exchanging a single word, Carlton kissed me at the end of the song.  Great.  He also kept his arm around my waist to dance with me for the next two songs.  This wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that he truly had no rhythm whatsoever.  I spoke the first words between us after three songs of awkward, off-beat dancing and thanked Carlton for the dances and told him to have a good night.

Kiss 2: We'll call this guy Rico because he was suave.  He and his friend started talking to Sarah and me, and at some point a reference was made about me being able to speak Spanish (for the record, I speak very little Spanish).  Rico asked me to tell him my number in Spanish because he wanted to call me the next day to meet up, so I gave him my numero de telefono en Espanol.  As we said goodbye, he pointed to his cheek and said, "Un beso." I leaned in to give him the requested kiss on the cheek, but he turned at the last second for a real kiss on the mouth.  Smooth operator.  Sadly, he never called me (or there's always the chance that I gave him the wrong number...I probably should have said the numbers in English).

Kiss 3: The band stopped playing just as I found the perfect spot to dance, so I told the guy next to me that I really needed them to play one more song because his group of friends and my friends clearly wanted to dance.  He asked me how I knew that, and I replied in a matter of fact tone that I was psychic.  "For example, that's your brother," I told him and pointed at a guy nearby (spoiler: I'm not really psychic, I just have better observation and hearing skills as a sober person among a group of drunk people).  He was impressed and asked me what else I knew.  While we were having this conversation I noticed one of his friends (we'll call him New York because that's where he lives) look over and point at me, so I said, "I also know that your friend over there wants to kiss me."  He beckoned New York over, said something to him, and New York gave me a kiss.  One of his friends walking up right then said, "Oh, come on, my parents kiss better than that."  This led to my friends on one side of us encouraging us to kiss and his friends on the other side agreeing.  Next thing I know he's dipped me and gives me a huge kiss.  There may or may not be footage of this event somewhere in the world.

Conclusion: I love Nashville because I always have fun and I feel pretty, oh so pretty when I'm there.