When all else fails, just ask.

Hey everybody! Well, I tried this before but I didn't stick to it, but after reading Sweetheart's blog (along with continual persitance on her part) I decided to try and keep this up.

I will no doubt steal things from her and other bloggers as I know abosolutely nothing about it really. So here we go.

Well excuse me, but I think you got my chair....:

I recently went out with a good friend of mine for a couple of drinks. Well, we really went because he was meeting up with a girl he had been out on a few dates with. Now we had, as we usually do, a few drinks at one of our favorite establishments before we got to this place. So we were relaxed, and then my buddy said,

"Hey man, she's bringing a friend."

Probably one of the most ambiguous statements know to man. You never know what you are going to get with that sentence. Usually a good time for the ahoooga! ahooga! siren to go off in your head. She could be an absolute bat-shit crazy person, you don't know! But isn't fun when your friends enlist you to find out?

They show up and we meet them outside. First crisis avoided. Her friend is cute. NOT that is all that matters, but come on first meeting people. Cute, tall,and blonde. Right? Even though I am a brunette guy, I'm not blind. We are sitting outside, me and TallBlonde on one side and my friend and Red on the other side (I know it is a little Tucker Max, but they need monikers right?) Red brought her dog and this bar brings out water bowls for pooches on the porch, pretty cool huh? Well, we're sitting there outside enjoying our hoppy refreshment; George Strait's "The Chair" comes on. I have obviously been intaking liquid courage, because I looked at TallBlonde and said,

"You wanna dance?"

Gutsy. This, in a man's arsenal, is a very powerful or very destructive weapon. She could outright turn you down, which inhales vigourously. Or she could be the worst dancer ever and no matter how good you are, you can't salvage it. Or she could she yes. You can show that indeed you are from Texas and you listened at least once to Momma and her lessons about women.

She said yes. How about that? Coolest part was, there was no dance floor so we just danced on the sidewalk. People were walking right by us, smiling. It was a warm summer night in Texas, dancing to George Strait with a pretty woman- IN UPTOWN. Haha, it was pretty neat. The yuppies didn't know what to think.

I think that she was just surprised that I would ask. So just a lesson fellas, just ask. It more often than not works out, the prettiest women sometimes never get asked because we are afraid hear no. Life's to short for that, huh?

Alas, I was not charming enough I guess, cause no digits. But hey, dancing with pretty women can never be called a failure.