
Crazy chicago nights...
Last night was crazy. I mean CRAZY! and funny. Read on. I'll tell you more.
So i go out to the club (smart bar) for the second time... this time dressed up in more "regular" clothes. If you knew about my experiance the first time at smart bar, the illinios people are not so in to the bright color rave and jewelry scene... i stood out, and had no friends to back me up, and it was awkward sooo.... anyway this is important to the story because i was wearing jeans! Jeans that were big and baggy on me.(i never wear jeans dancing, and probably for good reason.) So two things happened to me. First, i had my regular redbull and vodka and then i got a free beer. After those things i am seriously buzzed on my way to drunk. I sit down tired from dancing my ass off and some girl comes up to me, with a group of two friends, tells me that she "loves my hair" and asks if she can take a picture of me because im pretty. She seems to be only so so sexy but she has a friend that is ignoring all of this, and looks irriated that is REALLY hot. She is wearing a really short black dress, and that seems to be all. (later i find out, she is wearing underware.)
So i walk away, sort of flattered and a little creeped about the picture thing. later, as i am dancing my ass off again, thinking about heading home, the hot friend in the black dress starts watching me dance and is smiling at me. I am doing my regular crazy, drop to the floor and come back up night next to you along the shape of your body routine, and pretty soon, she is grinding on me like crazy. At this point i decide, maybe i will stay a little longer. (lol) Her dancing could be described as an artists rendition of sex if i have ever seen one. At many pionts she grabbed my shirt and pushed herself against me and encouraged my hands to run up and down her body. As my "moves" seemed to have gotten me into this exotic dance, and figure i'll keep on going and do somemore. I am pretty damn felxable from dancing so much nowadays so i do a crab drop and bounced back up, only to rip the seem of my pants 8 inches or more down my ass crack!
At this point, i am thinking, " This is embarressing! Bail while your ahead before she sees!" and then i relize who cares? its my last night in chicago, i will never see this girl again, and she is always dancing in front of me! i have boxers covering my ass anyway. So i take a risk, (making me nervous as hell) and i work to always position myself facing her and hold my pants up by putting my hand in my pocket freqently. After a while, she pulled me off to the side to a bench, and we talked for a while, i may have catch her name and she caught the fact that i am from portland. I think her name was cori, but i am not quite sure. Pretty soon we are making out like two people who are about to fuck. (i never intending on doing anything past the bar, so i found this fun and satisfying.) She was kissing my neck and nibbiling on my ear... it was pretty crazy and hot because i knew i wouldnt ever see her again we had just met. Also it was her idea, so i didnt feel like a slimeball. Later her friends had to pull her off me because they seem irriated and wanted to leave, probably because the girl who took my picture wanted me for herself. She offered me her number, but my phone was deadand i told her i live in portland so no big deal to not have it.
When she leaft, i left after that and started walking to the train, only to relize i was right behind her and her friends and looked like stalker. I would of gone infron of them but my pants were ripped! I told them once we got to the "L" (elevated/subway train) that i was just going back home and i wasnt following them so not to worry. I made it back home semi drunk, and with a huge smile on my face as no one found out i ripped my pants. NO jeans! they are not as flexable as i am no matter how big!
I am going to miss being in my 20s when i am old.I feel pretty hot... so that is good, i am feeling really good about my body right now. I am going to keep up the work on it!