meempants

True story:

Dyed pink hair, tattoos resplendent, tall, rumour has it a stripper:

"Dance with me."

"But......Okay."

We hit the cheap parquet. I stumble.

"Can you dance?

"Not really."

I stumble around some more. I'm doing pretty well, I think.

"You want me to lead?"

"Nah. I'm okay."

The stumbling continues. There's some flailing involved as well.

Both hands on my shoulders, she stops and looks me in the eye:

"Okay, you suck."

Dancing over. Back to the bar with me. I take the shot that's waiting for me.

Thirty seconds later, I look around.

She's gone.

Rumour has it she's a dancer.