Last night, I went to my favorite little Royal Oak bar with Pregnant Rambo (her stomach is quite flat these days - beers are allowed), and it wasn't long before we realized we were the only chicks in the joint. I don't know what was in the air (or in the drinks), but it seemed every dude in the room wanted to strike up a conversation with us. In very over-the-top ways. One guy challenged us to a "spirit fingers" dance-off, while another, a defense attorney, appeared to take out his day's stress on us.
First he lashed out at Pregnant Rambo for being married to a doctor. Can you believe how ballsy she is, getting involved with someone in the medical profession? Then he claimed we were both in our late 40s, hoping to get some big reaction from us. (Mine was internal. Late 40s? Do I need better eye cream?) He went on and on, trying to get a rise out of us; meanwhile, we could not stop giggling. I wished I had the name of a good therapist to pass along to him, he was so angry, defensive and protective. We found out he worked for a law firm that sounded too much like Earth, Wind & Fire, so he may have been dealing with some "ego at the workplace" issues. Perhaps a switch to a new company would give him a much-needed boost. I hear Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young are hiring.
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Nothing better than not reacting to someone who is trying to get a reaction out of you. You probably ruined his night.
Of course today he is telling everyone that you both tried to get him into bed.
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