As you might imagine, Map Dot, KS, does not have much of a nightlife. Oh there are a couple of clubs here and there and, of course, your smattering of taverns and dives. We used to even have a few sports bars, but I think we’re pretty much down to none at this point. Anyway, for much needed entertainment, we leave our little town for the bright lights of big city. Saturday night was one of those nights. My girl, G, and I headed to Wichita to get our groove on. We grabbed up beautifulbabydaughter and went to On The Border for dinner and drinks by Paul, our favorite bartender ever. Then we headed to Club Rodeo.

Now, we’ve been to Rodeo before and had a good time, but Saturday was beyond anything we’d experienced there in the past. No more had we found a table than 3 or 4 guys surrounded us. Christ, I didn’t have a beer in my hand yet and it was like flies to shit! It never let up and, can I just say, most of them could so use some lessons from Lance.

My favorite was Nipple Ring Guy. Dude was ridiculous. Actually the interaction wasn’t too bad to begin with, but it went south in about a heartbeat. They were talking to us about whatever and it came up that the cute little blonde was my daughter. Of course, there was the usual “No. You can’t have a daughter that age” blah, blah, blah. Then NRG asks the inevitable age question. “I know I’m not supposed to ask, but how old are you anyway?”

Now, he’s right. Everyone knows this isn’t a question you ask women, but truth be told I’m used to it and really it doesn’t bother me. I go out with my daughters often and as soon as people find out they are my daughters, the age question follows.

So anyway, I answer the question honestly. “I’m 45.” After he picks his jaw up off the floor, he recovered quite nicely. A few minutes later he and his friend wander off. I’m thinking they won’t be back. Wrong! They returned sometime later.

Nipple Ring opens with, “So, you’re older than my dad.”

Really? He just said that to me! Really? Uh huh. Followed by, “Yep, he turned 42 last week.”

Damn dude! You’re done. Next.

What was completely ridiculous was that he kept coming back to the table, standing close to me, brushing my thigh, trying to make intense eye contact. He never gave up. In fact, at the end of the night when the lights went up, there he was. Oh my Lord dude, you are so not closing this deal!

Thoughts?