Tonight one of my former coworkers had his 29th birthday party, actually his birthday was Monday. But he celebrated it tonight at a bar called the BUtterfield 8 in midtown. This bar in midtown has your typical white person crowd. It always intrigues me how these Caucasian girls date all these tall, dark, handsome and athletic Caucasian guys but end up marrying someone mediocre who sometimes is shorter, paler, not as handsome or athletic but is simply just Caucasian.
There were these two girls at the bar, one brunette and one bleach blond with a backless blue dress. Of course every guy stares (cue in Felton Donning) and just points at but no one goes to chat. All the while all my guy friends are arguing about who should chat with them. As a wanna-be military officer I feel sometimes the obligation to lead. When you have the hottest girl at the bar the whole point is to send the A-Team. Obama didn’t send any Navy SEALs to get bin Laden he sent SEAL Team Six. So when you have the two hottest girls at the bar you send your best (i.e. not Dick) In my mind our Calvin Klein underwear model, Colton and our card trick pickup artist Renaldo should of teamed up and talked to these girls. Instead Renaldo ends up talking to an Asian girl and ends up leaving with her. And Colton, just didn’t talk to her.
Our friend, Gaylord of course attempts to talk to them. but they just end up leaving and I just took her seat but she said nothing to me. I know that I’ll be thinking of the bleach-blond girl in the backless blue dress tomorrow and how I never talked to her.