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I was reading a friend's journal a few minutes ago and saw a remark about the carpet matching the drapes. It took me back to an early summer morning, the year before last.......
I was grubby as all hell, having been working under the house. I sweaty and my hair was loose, and frankly, somewhat scary. I ran over to Safeway in beautiful downtown Guerneville and was in the produce section, with lunch and dinner on my mind. I'd gotten the veggies into my cart and was contemplating a couple of cantaloupes when this woman sidles up to me and starts making small talk. Within a minute or so, she'd gotten very much into my personal space, uncomfortably so; then I got a whiff of alcohol, certainly more alcohol than anyone should have imbibed by 10:30 on a Saturday morning. It also became rapidly clear to me, the melons she wanted me interested in, were NOT the ones I was sniffing for ripeness.
She then started running her fingers through my hair! Un-invited.
"Such a beautiful color," she admired. "Does the carpeting match the drapes?"
"What!?" I leaned back and away from her. With that she dropped her hand to the front of my shirt, which was mostly unbuttoned conveniently for her. She studied the fur in the middle of my chest, then said "Oh! I guess it does."
"Oh, hon," I said as I removed her hand from my shirt. "Yeah, it matches, but girl you are so barking up the wrong tree!! I play for the other team." With that I turned and beat feet for the checkout stand.
Just a couple of weeks later, Lazybear Weekend returned to G'ville, and with it a plethora of bears ready to eat, play and party. The Wednesday prior to the major festivities, bear traffic had picked up a bit, but by no means like it was about to. On my way home from work I decided to stop at my local Karaoke bar to see if a friend was there. As I got out of the car, another pulled up right next to me. Out hopped a rather nice looking beefy cub, who rather quickly made it clear, he wanted to play. He'd seen me waiting for the light to change as I came into town, and decided to follow me. That felt a little creepy. Creepier still was he wanted to play immediately. Right there. Well, almost right there; there was a shaded alcove right next to the place I was going into, and that was where he wanted to go.
I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or creeped out, but decided it wasn't going any further. I left him there, thanked him for his interest, but rather quickly retreated inside to the safe presence of others. Behind me I heard him mumble, "Damn; I wanna fuck the redbear!"
I'm curious, guys. How many of you have gotten hit on because you're red? Any of it weird?
I was grubby as all hell, having been working under the house. I sweaty and my hair was loose, and frankly, somewhat scary. I ran over to Safeway in beautiful downtown Guerneville and was in the produce section, with lunch and dinner on my mind. I'd gotten the veggies into my cart and was contemplating a couple of cantaloupes when this woman sidles up to me and starts making small talk. Within a minute or so, she'd gotten very much into my personal space, uncomfortably so; then I got a whiff of alcohol, certainly more alcohol than anyone should have imbibed by 10:30 on a Saturday morning. It also became rapidly clear to me, the melons she wanted me interested in, were NOT the ones I was sniffing for ripeness.
She then started running her fingers through my hair! Un-invited.
"Such a beautiful color," she admired. "Does the carpeting match the drapes?"
"What!?" I leaned back and away from her. With that she dropped her hand to the front of my shirt, which was mostly unbuttoned conveniently for her. She studied the fur in the middle of my chest, then said "Oh! I guess it does."
"Oh, hon," I said as I removed her hand from my shirt. "Yeah, it matches, but girl you are so barking up the wrong tree!! I play for the other team." With that I turned and beat feet for the checkout stand.
Just a couple of weeks later, Lazybear Weekend returned to G'ville, and with it a plethora of bears ready to eat, play and party. The Wednesday prior to the major festivities, bear traffic had picked up a bit, but by no means like it was about to. On my way home from work I decided to stop at my local Karaoke bar to see if a friend was there. As I got out of the car, another pulled up right next to me. Out hopped a rather nice looking beefy cub, who rather quickly made it clear, he wanted to play. He'd seen me waiting for the light to change as I came into town, and decided to follow me. That felt a little creepy. Creepier still was he wanted to play immediately. Right there. Well, almost right there; there was a shaded alcove right next to the place I was going into, and that was where he wanted to go.
I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or creeped out, but decided it wasn't going any further. I left him there, thanked him for his interest, but rather quickly retreated inside to the safe presence of others. Behind me I heard him mumble, "Damn; I wanna fuck the redbear!"
I'm curious, guys. How many of you have gotten hit on because you're red? Any of it weird?
