blade20n3
On the Prowl
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Met with friends at the local pub, to have some beers and watch playoffs. Had da have da Rollin's Rocks and some Hot 
Wingys...yummy. Was chompin' on a wing, conversing...when dis dude caught my eye. (Just one, the other one was on da game.) Blonde, smiles, dimples, blue pools and a bulge, da size of a large bag=O=marbles.
>WOOF<
He smiled, I smiled and nodded. Dude is this hottie str8? I was totally crushin on dis one.
I kept my cool, kept my attention on da screen and my pals....but wandered my eyes over to dis lovely. He was with 6 very straight dudes. (I could smell da gun powder.) Was he held captive? Was dis his Clan of Da Cave Bear?
How could I find out?
I waited for a break in da game of cat and cat, after all I was the only one playing. Then - there it was, he made a break for da bar. I quickly made my way to meet him there; but alas, I was blocked by da bar tender. DAMN! He made his way to da head; I ordered a round and followed suit. He was in a stall, so I stepped up to the basin to wash up.
<FLUSH>
I was waiting to make my move. Door opened and his pal stepped in to drag him out. He didn't wash his hands, hmmmmm. They stepped out, I dried off and headed out da door. As I made my way to my seat; I watched him step out the door on his way to where ever.
He looked back...I stared...he nodded...I shrugged...he was gone. Da one dat got away. I will never know. Could I have gotten his digits? Was he da MO in his crew? Am I nutz? Da world will never know...
Wingys...yummy. Was chompin' on a wing, conversing...when dis dude caught my eye. (Just one, the other one was on da game.) Blonde, smiles, dimples, blue pools and a bulge, da size of a large bag=O=marbles.>WOOF<
He smiled, I smiled and nodded. Dude is this hottie str8? I was totally crushin on dis one.
I kept my cool, kept my attention on da screen and my pals....but wandered my eyes over to dis lovely. He was with 6 very straight dudes. (I could smell da gun powder.) Was he held captive? Was dis his Clan of Da Cave Bear?
How could I find out?
I waited for a break in da game of cat and cat, after all I was the only one playing. Then - there it was, he made a break for da bar. I quickly made my way to meet him there; but alas, I was blocked by da bar tender. DAMN! He made his way to da head; I ordered a round and followed suit. He was in a stall, so I stepped up to the basin to wash up.
<FLUSH>
I was waiting to make my move. Door opened and his pal stepped in to drag him out. He didn't wash his hands, hmmmmm. They stepped out, I dried off and headed out da door. As I made my way to my seat; I watched him step out the door on his way to where ever.
He looked back...I stared...he nodded...I shrugged...he was gone. Da one dat got away. I will never know. Could I have gotten his digits? Was he da MO in his crew? Am I nutz? Da world will never know...