lurkers on the loose

it may come to no surprise to you all, but i know i'm a pretty girl. i have self confidence issues just like everyone else, and i'd like to think that i'm not big-headed, but who knows...

so, last night was a usual friday night out on the town. i'm feeling better thanks to my doc and went out with snahel, kat, katherine, yanna and jenna last night. giles and his chica too, but they don't really count because they were only out with us for approximately 15 minutes (ok, 30 minutes tops and i think that is being generous). i got to see and catch up with the manager of the usual bar we frequent. he's always very complimentary, so it's hard not to like someone when they keep the flattery coming at ya. speaking of compliments though, the girls decided that i really do look like marilyn monroe. keeping in mind that we had been drinking, i still accept the compliment; no matter how inaccurate it may be ;)

after the usual place, we ended up at another neighborhood martini bar. kat, being her wonderful self, decided to let me know how great i was looking. (oh? what's that? is there a theme becoming apparent in this post??) kat is an amazingly gorgeous girl with a magnetic personality that no one can resist. i love her. snahel is a very lucky boy!

after the evening's stream of praise (or maybe it was the martinis), i must admit that i was feeling pretty good about myself. apparently, it showed. bring on the lurkers. every bar has at least one guy that feels the need to go up to a girl (or girls) and just stand nearby gradually edging closer and closer in hopes of some form of contact. i guess a less cynical girl might just talk to the lurker, but as we've already established, i am not one of those girls.

the lurkers were out in full force last night. i was standing having a conversation with kat when all of a sudden i feel someone touching my arm. i look to see a guy that kat and i politely talked to while waiting for drinks at the bar. we now believe him and his lady friend to be looking for a 'third' for the night. back to the story: so i'm being touched on the arm by this random guy. i give him a polite little chuckle, remove my arm from his reach and go back to my conversation. then, i he starts caressing my hair. i step away. kat turns and tells him to cut it out. she turns back around and starts talking to me again. then, she gets slapped on the ass. snahel, who is now standing beside her, is informed by kat that she was just slapped on the ass. snahel, who can look a little intimidating if you don't know him, turns and stares the guy, and his obnoxious male friend, down. they leave. we cheers.

next, i am having a conversation with katherine. i suddenly feel a presence getting closer behind me. i don't even turn around. my keen awareness tells me that there's a lurker with me in his sights. i ask katherine if there's one behind me. she says yes, gives him a look, and he retreats. there were a lot of murmured praises around (or i was hearing things) us, so i guess we were attracting a lot of attention. (notice how i say it like it's not intentional?)

kat and i go to the bar to get another round. suddenly, we have a guy pressed against our backs. literally, no room between his pelvis and my ass. we sunk as far into the granite bar as possible, got our drinks and slinked away.

the night ended and the i managed to make it home lurker-free. it's all just a boost to the ego. thanks, lurkers... no matter how creepy your predatory tactics for contact with the female species may be.