“Rocked His World”

The other night I was out and noticed this somewhat attractive blond girl dancing. I watched as she danced from guy to guy, indulging herself at every opportunity to toss her hair, or look seductive. I have to admit, I was enjoying the spectacle; until she found this guy on the wall. I don’t know what was wrong with him, but he had something wrong with him. Down syndrome? Or maybe a birth defect? He just wasn’t entirely there.

This girl trounces over to him, pulls him off the wall and proceeds to make a spectacle of them both. However, it was clear that she was mocking him in some capacity. This disgusted, and angered me. Firstly, because this girl was a whore, but secondly, because she was taking advantage of someone who had a problem to garner attention … for herself.

After she flung him back onto the wall, I noticed her walking towards me, while looking right at me. I was being seduced into being one of those guys she was using to create the pedestal onto which she demands all men hold her. I, do not like being told what to do, unless it’s in bed, in which case, fire off those orders.

She leaned in close and put a hand on my chest while whispering in my ear.

“Did you see that? I totally rocked his world.” As she started to grab my hand, to lead me to what would inevitably be the auction of my soul.

Facing moral peril for encouraging this girls antics, I found the answer.

“Oh, I don’t know. I was actually watching her.” I said, as I pointed to some other girl doing something indescribable with her lower portions.

The look of disgust that ran over this girls face was paramount to me banging her sister. I like to think I helped the Karma train make one more stop that night.