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Dancing Cowboys
Apr. 21st, 2002 12:49 pmI had to go to a fundraiser for work last night. And I'd been dreading it for weeks-just didn't want to go. Had the dress from hell story, broke every rule about shopping when one has PMS. But I went. And I actually had a good time.
So I thought I'd share one of the evening highlights...
The DC Cowboys performed at our benefit. I love good dance. But lots of pretty men dancing with one another (and it even included kissing!) just makes me purr. And they were good. For their second performance of the night, a really nice woman let me stand in front of her-which meant I was in the front row. ("Thats the way it should be," she said "with the short people in the front so that everyone can see.") As they were leaving the stage, one of the guys hugged me. I don't know why. And I don't even know who it was. Totally random; I wondered if maybe I knew him from somewhere. (After checking the website, I realized that unless it's someone who recognized me from where I used to go clubbing, or where I used to work) then it wasn't someone I knew. Later on, after my department was all sort of hanging around dancing, I went to grab my water off the table-it was the end of the night, we were allowed to have more fun than we had earlier because the auction was over. And there were a bunch of the Cowboys having a bizarre conversation about chest hair. I turned around and looked at them and said, "What a conversation to walk into!" They laughed. I said, "But I don't get any," which returned a strange look from one, "Chest Hair," I said. They laughed at me. I chatted with one cute cowboy and then we were dancing together. A long time. Dancing and dancing. And talking. He asked where I go dancing...I said I don't anymore, and when I mentioned the name of the club I used to go to (Tracks-which is no more) he leaned over and pretended to weep on my shoulder. It was lots of fun. Even the part where my dress came unsnapped (it was a wrap dress; I'd added a snap just in case) and the breasts almost went flying out.
Cowboy even came looking for me at the end of the night during clean up to say good night and that he wanted to see me again. Random.
On the random being recognized front...a guy that I was introduced to by a co-worker was talking about how familiar I looked and where he might have known me from. Was creepy...the two places (other than school) down here he didn't know me from...so I sort of wonder if he's someone who my friend Scott was sleeping with who I met. Cause that's usually the other logical option. Then again,perhaps I never did meet him before.
So I thought I'd share one of the evening highlights...
The DC Cowboys performed at our benefit. I love good dance. But lots of pretty men dancing with one another (and it even included kissing!) just makes me purr. And they were good. For their second performance of the night, a really nice woman let me stand in front of her-which meant I was in the front row. ("Thats the way it should be," she said "with the short people in the front so that everyone can see.") As they were leaving the stage, one of the guys hugged me. I don't know why. And I don't even know who it was. Totally random; I wondered if maybe I knew him from somewhere. (After checking the website, I realized that unless it's someone who recognized me from where I used to go clubbing, or where I used to work) then it wasn't someone I knew. Later on, after my department was all sort of hanging around dancing, I went to grab my water off the table-it was the end of the night, we were allowed to have more fun than we had earlier because the auction was over. And there were a bunch of the Cowboys having a bizarre conversation about chest hair. I turned around and looked at them and said, "What a conversation to walk into!" They laughed. I said, "But I don't get any," which returned a strange look from one, "Chest Hair," I said. They laughed at me. I chatted with one cute cowboy and then we were dancing together. A long time. Dancing and dancing. And talking. He asked where I go dancing...I said I don't anymore, and when I mentioned the name of the club I used to go to (Tracks-which is no more) he leaned over and pretended to weep on my shoulder. It was lots of fun. Even the part where my dress came unsnapped (it was a wrap dress; I'd added a snap just in case) and the breasts almost went flying out.
Cowboy even came looking for me at the end of the night during clean up to say good night and that he wanted to see me again. Random.
On the random being recognized front...a guy that I was introduced to by a co-worker was talking about how familiar I looked and where he might have known me from. Was creepy...the two places (other than school) down here he didn't know me from...so I sort of wonder if he's someone who my friend Scott was sleeping with who I met. Cause that's usually the other logical option. Then again,perhaps I never did meet him before.
