There's hope [for a guy]

I had an interesting last Friday night. Actually, the introverts I was with have a lot more to blog about [I hadn't heard the word oloibon since primary school] but nobody has come forth yet. Checked in to the pub at around 10. I figured I'd just do one quick round then head for home. At around 11 pm, I realised that may not be happening so I settled in a bit. It was a bit tricky to do seeing as I had a huge umbrella with me. [Am I the only guy who carries around a huge umbrella]

Anyhow, the music was alright. Apparently they play old skool on Fridays. At some point one of the chics at the adjacent table motioned for me to get up and dance. [Kamikaze had made acquaintances before my arrival] I made a few motions in my seat and figured that was that. A little later, as she was dancing herself, she came up to my seat [which was a step away, nothing too dramatic] and actually asked me to stand up and "give us a show". Her words. Now saying "No" to a woman is not a very easy thing so I found myself casting away my jacket and umbrella and joining her in the 30cm space between our seats. I got a number for the first time in a long time.

The moral of the story [and it's perhaps a bit shorter and less dramatic than I anticipated because of some drama at jobo]. In spite of perceived inadequacies and whatnot, there's hope.