Harbour Sharks
As I descended into the club last night I'm sure that beneath the R&B tunes was the very distinct sound of the Jaws themetune. Dudu,dudu,dudududududududududu.......you get the idea. My friend warned me just before we went in that the guys in this club are a bit 'hungry' but I shrugged it off thinking that this would be the average type of evening in a nightclub. You know- get chatted up by at least one bloke, a couple of guys standing a little too close when you're trying to dance etc
We could feel the eyes on us as we walked in and we went straight to the bar, where within moments HB#1 (Harbour Shark #1) used the excuse of the whopping sparkly ring on my finger to edge his way into a conversation. The more chilled easy-going NML chatted away politely and after a few moments left him to go and dance with my friend. It took about 20 minutes for him to locate us where he latched on to my hand, asked for one dance, and then despite the song ending about 2 minutes later, stayed for an hour. I know this sounds awful but my friend and I were dancing together and he was just on the sidelines. I thought he'd realise that I was hanging with my friend, but he didn't, however fortunately he left to go somewhere else. He asked me for my number and I told him I was seeing someone. He tried 3 times before he realised that the digits weren't coming his way.
HB#2, well we couldn't decide which one us he was sharking, but he lingered far too closely for a good hour and we studiously ignored him. At one point when I was really throwing some moves, he took the opportunity to try to take me from behind (sounds so bad) and start dancing with me. I pushed him away from me and hopefully gave him a look that made his willy shrivel to walnut size.
HB#3 had tried to stop me on way back from the bar the first time but I managed to make a clean getaway. Not so successfully the next time, and this man, who could possibly have been old enough to be my dad and dressing worse than him, pawed my arm and hands whilst pestering me for a dance and wanting to know why he can't be lucky enough to have a woman like me. There were so many replies but I kept them inside. NML tries to behave herself these days...
As I danced the night away with my friend, despite a few baby sharks circling, there was no need for a lifeguard to come and rescue me, until HB#4 seemed to pounce on me and scare me into dancing with him. Looking a but thuggish and gangsta and definitely high, this red-eyed man just walked up to me, pulled me to him and pressed himself in for a grind. I managed to wriggle free when HB#5 stepped into the fray on the pretext of 'saving me'. I had a dance with him whilst he did some heavy-duty flirting with me, but noticed that his friends were all looking rather amused at a strange man, who it turns out was HB#5's boss. He wouldn't get lost and kept trying to speak to me so I decided to hear what he had to say. 'That man is married to my sister' - That was the end of HB#5! If looks could kill...........
HB#6 was a man who had decided that the tactic of being really in your face and doing goofy dancing is the way to a woman's heart. He was seriously OTT and we couldn't help but laugh as he played up his dance moves. My friend is hard woman to get past but he even managed to entertain her for a while, which was fortunate because I spent a while with HB#7.....
It wasn't difficult to spot HB#7 as he was wearing a white knitted hat on his shaven head, and a white long sleeve light summer top that would have made another man look camper than a field of tents, but he actually got away with it (I think it helps to have caramel coloured skin). I will admit that I had thought that he was looking at me a couple of times earlier in the evening, but dismissed the thought as you can't assume every man is looking in your direction. So it was quite funny to hear him say 'You know that I was watching you earlier. Don't pretend!'. I shrugged it off and for the next half hour he went uber heavy on the compliments, which when I replayed this all to my friend she howled with laughter.
Apparently I have the most amazing eyes he's ever seen. Now, I'm not dogging myself, but okay, I have dark brown eyes and I have had compliments about them, but I don't think they warranted the worship from HB#7. He kept going on about how deep they are and that they say a lot (difficult to restrain myself from asking him what he thought my eyes were saying about his compliments) and that they're an amazing colour. He proceeded to compliment me, moving on to lips, dancemoves, accent bla, bla, bla. Admittedly, despite the suspiciousness of his compliments, I actually enjoyed chatting away to him. Most women will be flattered when they're showered with compliments, but he was witty, funny, and there was no escaping that he was very good looking. We danced for a while and he kept other Harbour Sharks at bay. I was amused when a girl came over and chatted him up right in front of me. Popular guy.......
However nice my time was with HB#7, I did not forget The Contender. I know we're 'seeing each other' but there's nothing wrong with me having a chat and flirt as I have no intentions of anything happening from it. It's difficult at this stage because you wonder how the other half is playing it when he's out. But this isn't actually about The Contender, it's about me. I want to see how things go with him before I start fielding substitutes. If anything, when I'm out and talking to guys, they remind me of the they remind me of all of the things I like about The Contender because they are all so different!
So I got home safe and sound with a few surface wounds from where I defended myself against the sharks that tried to eat me. I was woken this morning by a text from The Contender so I started the day with a big smile.
Must dash as I have to get ready to go out for the fourth night in a row. I can't believe I'm going to a BBQ, but hopefully it signals that summer is approaching. Made a right cock up of going to the gym today as I missed my class and was too scared to go on the machines without my induction. So I left, had a Milky Bar (whoops) and a good read of Heat (mild celeb gossip mag) and went a bought myself some gym gear so that I don't look like a friggin imposter when I have my induction tomorrow.
Enjoy your weekends x
We could feel the eyes on us as we walked in and we went straight to the bar, where within moments HB#1 (Harbour Shark #1) used the excuse of the whopping sparkly ring on my finger to edge his way into a conversation. The more chilled easy-going NML chatted away politely and after a few moments left him to go and dance with my friend. It took about 20 minutes for him to locate us where he latched on to my hand, asked for one dance, and then despite the song ending about 2 minutes later, stayed for an hour. I know this sounds awful but my friend and I were dancing together and he was just on the sidelines. I thought he'd realise that I was hanging with my friend, but he didn't, however fortunately he left to go somewhere else. He asked me for my number and I told him I was seeing someone. He tried 3 times before he realised that the digits weren't coming his way.
HB#2, well we couldn't decide which one us he was sharking, but he lingered far too closely for a good hour and we studiously ignored him. At one point when I was really throwing some moves, he took the opportunity to try to take me from behind (sounds so bad) and start dancing with me. I pushed him away from me and hopefully gave him a look that made his willy shrivel to walnut size.
HB#3 had tried to stop me on way back from the bar the first time but I managed to make a clean getaway. Not so successfully the next time, and this man, who could possibly have been old enough to be my dad and dressing worse than him, pawed my arm and hands whilst pestering me for a dance and wanting to know why he can't be lucky enough to have a woman like me. There were so many replies but I kept them inside. NML tries to behave herself these days...
As I danced the night away with my friend, despite a few baby sharks circling, there was no need for a lifeguard to come and rescue me, until HB#4 seemed to pounce on me and scare me into dancing with him. Looking a but thuggish and gangsta and definitely high, this red-eyed man just walked up to me, pulled me to him and pressed himself in for a grind. I managed to wriggle free when HB#5 stepped into the fray on the pretext of 'saving me'. I had a dance with him whilst he did some heavy-duty flirting with me, but noticed that his friends were all looking rather amused at a strange man, who it turns out was HB#5's boss. He wouldn't get lost and kept trying to speak to me so I decided to hear what he had to say. 'That man is married to my sister' - That was the end of HB#5! If looks could kill...........
HB#6 was a man who had decided that the tactic of being really in your face and doing goofy dancing is the way to a woman's heart. He was seriously OTT and we couldn't help but laugh as he played up his dance moves. My friend is hard woman to get past but he even managed to entertain her for a while, which was fortunate because I spent a while with HB#7.....
It wasn't difficult to spot HB#7 as he was wearing a white knitted hat on his shaven head, and a white long sleeve light summer top that would have made another man look camper than a field of tents, but he actually got away with it (I think it helps to have caramel coloured skin). I will admit that I had thought that he was looking at me a couple of times earlier in the evening, but dismissed the thought as you can't assume every man is looking in your direction. So it was quite funny to hear him say 'You know that I was watching you earlier. Don't pretend!'. I shrugged it off and for the next half hour he went uber heavy on the compliments, which when I replayed this all to my friend she howled with laughter.
Apparently I have the most amazing eyes he's ever seen. Now, I'm not dogging myself, but okay, I have dark brown eyes and I have had compliments about them, but I don't think they warranted the worship from HB#7. He kept going on about how deep they are and that they say a lot (difficult to restrain myself from asking him what he thought my eyes were saying about his compliments) and that they're an amazing colour. He proceeded to compliment me, moving on to lips, dancemoves, accent bla, bla, bla. Admittedly, despite the suspiciousness of his compliments, I actually enjoyed chatting away to him. Most women will be flattered when they're showered with compliments, but he was witty, funny, and there was no escaping that he was very good looking. We danced for a while and he kept other Harbour Sharks at bay. I was amused when a girl came over and chatted him up right in front of me. Popular guy.......
However nice my time was with HB#7, I did not forget The Contender. I know we're 'seeing each other' but there's nothing wrong with me having a chat and flirt as I have no intentions of anything happening from it. It's difficult at this stage because you wonder how the other half is playing it when he's out. But this isn't actually about The Contender, it's about me. I want to see how things go with him before I start fielding substitutes. If anything, when I'm out and talking to guys, they remind me of the they remind me of all of the things I like about The Contender because they are all so different!
So I got home safe and sound with a few surface wounds from where I defended myself against the sharks that tried to eat me. I was woken this morning by a text from The Contender so I started the day with a big smile.
Must dash as I have to get ready to go out for the fourth night in a row. I can't believe I'm going to a BBQ, but hopefully it signals that summer is approaching. Made a right cock up of going to the gym today as I missed my class and was too scared to go on the machines without my induction. So I left, had a Milky Bar (whoops) and a good read of Heat (mild celeb gossip mag) and went a bought myself some gym gear so that I don't look like a friggin imposter when I have my induction tomorrow.
Enjoy your weekends x
7 Comments:
I have to admit that I prefer it when you rip the shit out of guys. All this 'nicey nicey' has got me wondering if you've started to go a little 'soft'.
"I pushed him away from me and hopefully gave him a look that made his willy shrivel to walnut size."
I've been on the end of that look a few times myself...sometimes for the same reason Shark-Boy was! You are definitely not going soft...
7? wow, crazy night. I like your attitude about it all though. How its about you and not The Contender and I like your intentions. Very healthy.
Ah, yes. The "Don't fuck with me just because you think you CAN" look. I have much practice with that look.
It works almost as well as pepper spray.
ah! it's nice to hear that one harbour shark was nice afterall. i like going clubbing and i like the approving looks i get but i really don't know what to do about those gross men who just hang around you and your girlfriend. esp when you go with just one friend, one or two of them starting to hang around really is noticeable than if you went out with four or more girls. and, as your one night will show (i only stay long enough for maybe 3 HB's in a night), 6 out of 7 HB's are just gross loser! i spent my saturday night on the sidelines and we laughed at HB's we noticed trying to get some =D
7 people? How am I going to top that?!
Bedshaped - I'm hurt! I am not going soft. And if I hear you say that again I will kick your arse!
Serial Loser - Thank you for coming to my defence. I'll even let you get away with being a HB! ;-)
Serially Single - Thanks although if you read a latter post, you may not say the same thing!
Charming But Single -We're not allowed to have pepper spray here, but I know what you mean. Apparently, according to recipients of my nasty looks, it is not something to be on the receiving end of. Maybe they'd prefer the pepper spray? ;-)
Wyn - I don't know what it is about guys when they don't seem to catch on to the fact that you're out with your girls. Even so, why can't they tell when you're not interested? Laughing at HB's is great fun. I will be taking your lead next time! :-)
DD - I hear you're back in your stride. I know you can top that ;-)
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