I know how to have fun....and i have fun doing it!!!

So melissa decides that we should go to a local bar to whoop it up. It's within walking distance from her house which i might add is in the "hood." We've never been into this bar before and i decide to wear no make-up and army pants. (For those that know me i'd like to think i'm a quite fashionable dresser.) So we walk on over, sit down and talk amougnst ourselves.

I'm facing the people in the bar, and Melissa notices a shadow creeping towards us. In walks Mark. He wants to buy us a drink which we decline as we do not want to have to chat with him for the remainder of the evening. He however decides to take a seat and asks our names. I use my alias which is Marlika, and Mel forgets hers and calls herself Lori. Well we get into a discussion of work and Mel now known as Lori works at McDonalds, so she says. Mark then proclaims that he to worked at McDonalds for 15 years. Oh my!!! I might add that Mark is wearing dirty dirty jeans and rubber boots up to his knees, i suppose the fuck me boots for men LOL.

So Melissa engages in conversation, while hitting me under the table with her boot. I wander off to call PP and tell her about this man, who continuously tells us that "i know how to have fun and I have fun doing it" and "you girls look like alot of fun" throughout the ENTIRE evening. He also asks us if we are coming from the casino and brings it up quite often.....even though we answered "no" he asks again at which point i tell Mel that i feel like i'm talking to my grandmother. He again for the millionth time talks about "i know how to have fun" .... we both burst into uncontrollable laughter which he apparently takes as a cue to say "yah, and i have fun doing it." He asks us where we are coming from to which we lie and reply we do not live in the city, are visiting a male friend who is expecting us soon. He inquires about which way we are walking and i tell him that i'm very cautious and not divulving that info.

The evening progresses, we find some other chaps at the bar who find him equally as funny and we somehow pawn him off onto another women. Melissa thinks the bartender is hot, as do i, but i won't let her know. Mark leaves, and then returns and then again leaves. Howvever he is now standing outside and we are wondering how we should proceed with caution home, as we do not want him following us. Well, the two nice gentlemen we met at the bar, get into a bit of an altercation with him and we duck outside unseen. The cute bartender offered us a ride, however it would have been awhile before he closed. We declined and walked the 2 blocks. Melissa would like to add that "he's ugly and old." I'm not so sure about my New Year's Resolution about stepping out of the box. It doesn't seem to bring me any pleasure.