My Reality with Guys

My friends have always been entertained with the interactions I have with guys when we are out, which was the inspiration for this blog.  When I had the goal of asking a guy out weekly, those interactions were slightly altered because I then found myself actually paying attention to the men around me.  In reality, without the plan of asking out someone, I don't truly register the person next to me when I start talking.  I'm famous for saying something to a guy who is within earshot and after the conversation is in play realizing that it wasn't my best decision (yet it's always entertaining).

Here are a few examples from the last week:

1. It was my first night back on the dance floor in over two months, and I was dancing up a storm with my friend Lexi.  Two guys were dancing with their friends near us, and I complimented one of their silly dance moves (fact: if you're a guy having fun dancing, you get points with me).  That one comment opened the door to all kinds of ridiculousness. First I asked about the tattoo on his arm and how many others he had; he told us he had eleven and proceeded to show all of his upper body ones while we danced.  Then his friend came up and asked, "Do you girls want a drink? How about a shot? Vodka? We have vodka in our backpack. Baller on a budget! Wanna meet us out front?"  We laughed hysterically, and I told him we were good, "Thanks, but we actually brought our own roofies. Baller on a budget!"  These guys kept coming back to us between their backpack vodka breaks, and every time Lexi or I would exclaim, "Baller on a budget!"  It was a great night.

2. Sara and I had just gotten to a bar for line dancing, and I was standing on the edge of the dance floor trying to find the perfect spot to two-step.  There were two guys near me on the floor but they weren't dancing, so I jokingly told them that they either had to make room for people who wanted to dance or start dancing themselves.  The tall, gangly guy with ridiculously spiked hair took that as an invitation to come woo me.  He gave me at least seven high fives in under four minutes and at the end of that time he got down on his knees to propose to me.  I told him I needed to think about it while I danced away and then avoided him the rest of the night.

3. An hour after the proposal, a guy was standing elbow to elbow with me and I asked if he was going to join in the dancing.  He showed me his one dance move of rotating his beer glass from one hand to  the other, I laughed, and he decided that he needed to be with me the rest of the night.  With his giant hoodie, hipster glasses, and beard he was harmless enough but apparently didn't know about personal space.  If you're going to stand that close to me for more than a minute, you'd better twirl me.  I danced, he followed me, and when "Wagon Wheel" came on I insisted that if he was going to follow me he needed to dance and twirl me around while I sang every word of that song.  The guy had no rhythm, which was helpful when he drunkenly tried to kiss me because his lack of rhythm combined with my twirl timing blocked that from happening.  I shot Sara a look and she came to my rescue and then scolded me about how I'm not allowed to start conversations without observing the person first.