Generally when you go the bar there are lots of interesting things to look out for, and one of them is guys like me. Don't worry, I'm not deluded. I'm not there to try and pick up some poor girl after a long night of drinkin'. I'm not there to get super plastered and spend my night making offerings to the Porcelain Gods. I'm also certainly not there to dance up a storm and make come hither motions interspiced with the liquid-man.
I come from a select breed. I don't know how to make impromptu conversation with average people let alone average girls. While dancing I've been asked, "What's wrong with you?"on several occasions. My pickup stats are safely padded with leading zeros.
Sometimes we travel in packs. You can always spot us. We're the wall flowers sitting quietly at the side of the dancefloor. We don't talk so much as comment and nod occasionally while swaying to the beat. When we dance, we group together like a pack of epileptic frankensteins, and we're often the strange guys dancing slowly closer to the cute girls in hopes they might not turn away.
If you're a fan of the human freak show that is the bar... look out for us, we're a fun side show for when the 40 yr old flamenco guy goes for a beer.
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