Mar
11
Over the weekend I went dancing at a place called the Rockin’ Horse Dance Barn. I went by myself which is usually the case when I go out dancing because I can never get anyone to go with me. I got asked to dance quite a bit and had lots of fun, but of course the night wouldn’t have been complete without a few odd characters. One guy asked me if my hair was a wig (that’s really not too bad). Another guy slapped me on the ass (OK that’s pretty offensive). But the trophy goes to the small elderly man who followed me around all night saying he was going to make me his wife for his 30 year old reclusive son. Creepy.
