Okay, so ever since my night out on the town with my best friend, I have had this reoccurring scene and dialogue running through my head. As I have children and a husband who isn’t much into the nightlife scene, it was quite interesting to spend a girls night out partaking in activities I’ve always enjoyed, such as dancing and more importantly people watching.
Funny how my mind treated this scenario. There was a guy with us, visiting from out of town, who had decided that on his last night in town he wanted to end his trip with a conquest. Now, as I look back on the events, it is as though I am watching an episode of Wild Kingdom. I now have the pleasure of sharing with you, a little peek into the inner workings of the mind of Moira. Ready? Hold on tight because here we go….
“The mating rituals of humans are quite fascinating and it’s every male for himself. The nightclub is a typical hunting ground where the human male seeks a female to mate with. Let’s watch as this young male stalks his prey.”
He’s cautious. Slow to move. In this ritualistic dance of life only the strongest and fearless will prevail and as our young male tries to work up his courage, another more virile male sweeps in from the left without hesitation, quashing all hopes of mating our young male may have had.
Our young male will live to pursue others, but will he learn from this experience? Only time will tell. This has been Wild Kingdom. Thank you for joining us and good night.”
It is a sad state of affairs when you people watch and your mind relates it to an episode of Wild Kingdom (Which by the way I barely remember ever watching, though I do remember my father being quite fond of the show.) Yes, the inner workings of my mind astound you I’m sure. Now as you either:
a) pick your jaw up off the floor and put your eyes back in their sockets, or
b) are holding your sides from laughter because you too can see where I am coming from
Know that I would like to blame an alcohol induced imagination for this bit of entertainment I have provided for you, but I can not deceive my loyal readers in such a manner. No, this is truly how my mind reflects back on that particular portion of the evening. Yes I am twisted, but then again, you already knew that and have apparently come to terms with it. For that I thank you.
Sláinte!
Tags: Mindless rambling
LOL yeah, your mind is definitely something else.
And yeah, I can see exactly where you’re coming from.
Comment by Teresa D'Amario — March 24, 2009 @ 7:05 pm
Oh for Crying out loud!!! LOL Poor K! I love it though. hahaha so true now I will never be able to look at him again normal!
I am sure we might just get something else outta this weekend too ha
Comment by Rowan Rose — March 24, 2009 @ 7:06 pm
Oh. My. God. You’re cracked, you know that? I completely get what you’re saying and have witnessed it myself, too…but I feel for your poor friend.
You shoulda helped him out instead of watching him crash and burn!! 
Comment by Sally — March 24, 2009 @ 7:37 pm
Help him how? We’d just met him that night, we tried giving him advice and he sat back and continued to drink while slowly making his move, but never going for it full force if you know what I mean. So I guess I use friend in the loosest sense of the word having no real knowledge of the man. We did feel for him, but there is only so much a girl (or two) can do to help a guy out without looking like we were trying to pimp him out. Hell his own friend tried to help and it all fell on deaf ears.
Comment by Moira — March 24, 2009 @ 7:42 pm
That is nothing short of hilarious. I wish I could’ve seen the look on his face. As a male, I’ve seen it all before, but as a “cautious” male I’ve never been there myself. At lest I don’t think I have. Perspective is a funny thing isn’t it?
Comment by Jamal W. Hankins — March 25, 2009 @ 10:47 am
Wow. HOT banner alert!!!!!!
LOVE THE COWBOY!!!!
Comment by Bethanne — March 27, 2009 @ 7:41 pm