mrdelicious

Last night I went to dinner at with a friend who works at a clothing company I want to shoot for. It was the owner of the company's birthday so there were quite a few people there including designers from other companies and his family. At some point people started talking about the recent election and politics. I don't know why, but when a group of people start talking about politics I can't help but start talking about my penis. I just think it's far less offensive and would rather be around people talking about the dick in my pants as opposed to the dick in the white house, whoever he might be.
About this time, the owner's sister, who is probably in her late sixties dropped her camera under the table and got down on her hands and knees to retrieve it. Without thinking I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into my crotch and said "all that talk makes you want it, you dirty girl". She pushed herself away and yelled "don't grab the back of my head. I hat it when guys do that!" Her husband, who she had been married to for 35 years yelled "guys, what guys?"
This is when my friend snatched my drink out of my hand and told me I had enough. I don't know if I will ever work with this company but it was a memorable evening, and memories last a lot longer than paychecks.