She looked good, casually fine, with a long peasant skirt over her cowgirl boots and a blouse with a plunging neckline revealing ample...well, you know, cleavage. She doesn't need fancy clothes to make her appealing and sexy.
It was for my benefit of course, she doesn't dress with blouses like that when I'm not around, and I appreciated it feeling rather happy to be the fellow whose hand she was holding...and who would see the items come off later when we got home. More about that in another post though.
Neither of us wanted to go to the reunion but she'd reluctantly agreed after receiving pressure from some of the other girls and she wanted me there so I was there. I figured I'd get some decent chow considering the event location, a pretty fancy function centre, and I'd get to watch my girl shine in that way she does as she mingles with people she knew a while back. I enjoy watching her do that.
No, not my girlfriend, not even close; I refer to one of the other women there who studied with my girl a long time ago and who is straight up fucken nuts...and I don't mean in a good way.
We arrived to what was a pretty legit set up and I felt buoyant that we were in for a good night but as we walked in my girlfriend leaned over and whispered in my ear, "watch out for that one," gesturing to a not unattractive woman with too much makeup on and too little clothing; something you'd have to see to understand. My girl had a bit of a smirk on her face so I didn't take it all too seriously and boy was I fucken wrong there.
The woman was gone, I mean away with the fairies, on another planet and bereft of her senses.
Over the course of the night we were "entertained" by the inappropriate and weird antics of the woman from afar but there was an uncomfortable hour or so where she attached herself to me so closely that I thought I'd have to kill her and throw her body into a dumpster to get rid of her...she was stuck like glue, or like shit to a blanket. (Me being the blanket.)
My girl thought it was all very hilarious of course. I was far less amused because I'd just wanted to spend a night with my gal, eat some food and have a drink or two but instead spent a frantic hour fending off nuttier-than-squirrel-shit-lady and reminding myself that if I killed her I'd probably go to jail and it's not worth it; I'll be honest though, I went through the pros and cons and only barely stopped myself from throat punching her to death.
She eventually left me alone and moved away to some other poor bastard but by then all the fucken little tempura battered prawn stick things were gone, the massive cheese platter only contained the shit cheese no one likes and I had to resort to picking over the fruit platter which was uninspiring at best. I was annoyed. That's not even to mention the laughter (at my expense) the whole episode inspired as my girl and her friends watched the whole train wreck from a short way off and with great amusement. Evil bitchaz!
Anyway, the night ended up being ok; the buffet was renewed with more prawny things and other stuff that I enjoyed and we managed to enjoy some great conversations with some really good people my girl has not seen for a long while, swapping stories and showing off as tends to happen at reunions. I banned my girl from leaving my side for the rest of the night and I had to duck down out of sight of Miss Squirrel Shit a time or two, but I survived and had a reasonably good night...I even got over my annoyance at girl's amusement at my expense and saw the funny side I suppose...her boobs helped me get over it.
Have you ever been at a function where people behaved badly or without care for other people's thoughts and feelings?
I've seen a few cases where entire events have been ruined by one, or a few people, who thought it's ok to behave in any manner they see fit. There's a fine line between having fun and letting one's hair down and being annoying, obnoxious, rude, insensitive, inappropriate and downright fucken nutty. I think alcohol plays a part sometimes, I've seen the over-consumption of it cause some big issues at events over the years which is one of the reasons I never drink to excess and mostly don't drink alcohol at all - I like to be in control of myself and in a position to take action if required, not stumble around like a drunk fool. But it's not always alcohol...I guess some people just don't care, or they're just fucken assholes.
What do you think? If you have a story to share go ahead in the comments should you wish to.
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