Bachelor Party

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Today's schedule consisted of only one point: Bachelor party.

This meant that I gathered my bodily appearance, and stuffed it into a pink dress, which everybody puts in the category of large sweater, and went to the local pub at a designated hour. (18:00 hours)

Well there the rest of the bachelor party arrived in all its glory: A bunch of guys who had been drinking tequila and all thinkable liquors since early morning; and we ordered a bit to eat.

The testosterone was flowing over, and the night was young and tempting. Unfortunately one of the guys managed to insult an old acquaintance of mine by trying to be pleasant in his drunken delirium. When it was obvious to him that his advances was totally miscarried he retorted with the graceful comment: "You just take your horse-face and sit down".

Things carried on in the graceful and dignified way that characterises bachelor parties.
We went to the lucky guys parents home, and the tequila made a much applauded reappearance on stage. Beers were downed, and old memories retold.
A guitar was found, and songs were sung/shouted/wailed.

As the night went from retarded infancy to turbulent puberty, those still standing went back to the Korova for a shot at the old in-out in-out.

As I sat with some new found friends (who were not part of the original untidy bunch from the bachelor-party), a quite nice looking MILF landed her butt next to mine on the sofa.
The first thing that flew out of her mouth was "Is it OK for me to sit down with you?"
There was not so much of an answer as a brief audible confusion between the us all , shortly followed by the magical libido-boosting pick-up-line: "Do you want to see pictures of my grandchildren?"
The overall audible confusion grew in intensity, and then she turned to me and said she loved my black nails, and followed up with "Wanna make out?".

I think either I or the majority of people have got the wrong mental wiring. And when I say that, I obviously mean that the majority of people have got the wrong mental wiring.

It seems to me, what people usually find sexually arousing or attractive, I just find confusing. And respectively, what I find sexually arousing or attractive, people just find confusing.

In this particular case, I would however suspect that my reaction was more in the majority camp. (Although it might be true that most people would be put off rather than plainly dumbfounded as I was.)

She didn't get to make out, but I spared her a kiss on the cheek before the night drew nearer to the bitter end when most people have to go home alone against their will, blaming their ego and swollen senses of pride for once again passing on sexual invites from people they confidently dismissed just a few hours ago.