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The night we were blind.

Nightlife brings sometimes see us involved in undesirable situations or, to put it another way, in uncomfortable situations. And I do not mean one is on foot ... And when I talk about nightlife, I mean life developed in hostess clubs. I mean clubs of alternatives in that drink, no sex. Although good, you can also consume sex ... but unpaid. In short, I'm already losing ground bringing me around the bush: clubs or similar ...

And one of those situations I was involved once. Fortunately I managed to manage without even breaking the seal ... Put yourself in the situation.

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crowded located there or at least try to dance with difficulty keep pace with the music?, Which sounds at a volume not recommended for the health of the ears of those present ... a few who try to a link with some and trying to flirt with others ... So far nothing unusual. Nor is anything unusual that you come and ask you: Do you have a cigarette ... blonde? After all is one of the most used phrases to start a flirtation ...

Question my head full of doubts. Want to know if I have a blond cigarette ... or have wanted to ask if I have a cigarette and then I shall call blonde ... To make a long blonde cigar bag situation is accepted immediately, though it remains in doubt whether I shall call blonde or not. And of course, as things could not end there comes the question that always follows that first question: Do you have fire? ... And give up my seat for the cigarette lighter does not lose its usefulness ...

After turning the cigar smoke and throw me in the face let me go as follows: "You look like ...." And I asked: "What I who look like ?"... Not in a tone of disbelief, but had not heard anything (damn music ...). And I say again, this time hitting his mouth to my ear: "You look like Brad Pitt" ... Again I ask: "What I look like who?" Yes, this time in a tone of disbelief (I think I look like Brad Pitt only in the act of breathing, and I say believe because I'm not sure that even seems to us that ...). At the time I cleared the doubt if I would call fair: not only did not see my face but it was also impossible for him to see the little hair I have ... let alone I could see it being fair .... God knows what would have been drinking. Or what would have smoked. Or both. Or more.

Seeing my puzzled face continues: "Do not you have ever told?" ... To which I replied: "What you have said you will never need glasses?" ... Call me if you want edge . Under normal circumstances I would be flattered flattered by pulling such statement, but that is relative. I would be flattered if such a statement coming from a woman monument relatively flattered if it came from a plain little woman, and relatively uncomfortable if such a statement coming from a man. And not at all comfortable if the man had a beard ... Yes, they have been right, was a man and had a beard ...

I must say, before I incinerate the gay community, whom I respect enormously to this group, but I have a bad habit of I like women. Women exclusively. And a lot. And I do not reproach me to despise the opportunity to enjoy half of humanity (though this could not be wrong because fortunately there are many more women than men, so just ignore the third ... more or less).

But I can assure you never try it, I'm that stubborn, I'm Taurus. Especially since I do not want to risk discovering that 40 years might have lost yourself silly. 20 trying to please women and 20 live with one of them. As a friend of mine, I only act face to face or blowing necks, but never biting pillows ...

Well, if I may looks a little like "this" Brad Pitt.