Drunky McDrunks and Boozy Bobs

After a weekend of going out, I feel the need to talk about...creepy drunk guys.

GUY 1: Standing on second floor of Allgood w/a couple of friends. This tall beef of a man is trying to get by and he decides to tower over me w/both hands on the wall, trapping me in, so he "can allow the other ppl to get by"...then goes in for the hug as well, saying sorry the entire time like he totally didn't mean to be an obvious drunk man-handler. I'm like okay whatevs and say, "Oh your fine," meaning he didn't make me feel dirty at all...and his response..."No...you're fine" as he walked out of my life...

GUY 2: Back of The Loft near the bar by the pool tables, we're on this wall and a guy stops to talk. Pretty plastered...by alcohol or drug, cause he could have easily been Britney in her kitchen (*see vid below). He starts dancing for us and we're like "oh, yea, that's nice"...he continues and says he's like Chris Angel, the Magic Man...and does this weird maneuver with his hands like he should have a glow stick to whip around. His name was Dillon...that's how he spelled cause he made me guess, only took me 3 times. Dillon made another appearance later, and tried to corral me into the bar, but I had had enough of the magic.

GUY 3: Also at The Loft and in the back by the bar...a guy leeches on(not latches...cause he was a definite leech) to my friend Katie. She was sitting on a barstool talking to us and this guy likeyd...Katie made it clear, she no likeyd. But, this guy was a trooper and thot he should try to win her over by sucking her neck...she was forced to use the old tactic of hugging a guy and pretending he was her boyfriend.

GUYS 4 & 5: Dance Floor...The first guy liked my friend Melissa and danced up behind her. She no likeyd, so when he realized she didn't want to dance, he started to move away and gave a really sly wink that he thought would be sexy...but he forgot he was drunk. The next guy wanted to dance w/me...only...he didn't want me to kno...it was almost like reverse dancing. He put his butt up against mine and then started pushing against me, every once in a while throwing in a slide and grind down my legs for variation. But it's coo, I got an awesome workout in my legs cause I had to maintain my balance or he would have for sure knocked me over. He did that for a whole song and then moved on...like he was never there...but it wasn't the Magic Man Dillon, I know that for sure.

Maybe if some guys danced like this we'd be more accepting of randos forcing their dancing up on us:
Swooooon

*Britney whacked out in the kitchen