That Night I Wore Glasses and The Bearded Dizzle Got Hit On

**Clearly Russian is not spelled with an 'O' and I'm an idiot. Thank you Dizzle for pointing out my error**

This past weekend, I threw on my glasses, grabbed my bearded man's hand and hit the town.

His Russian friend Vladimir came too.

Which, I've come to the conclusion that any time a Russian friend is near, usually good times are had.

Anyway.

We decided to go to this place called Prohibition.

It has this secret little doorway for the entrance and you have to ring the doorbell and hope they'll come let you in. It's supposed to be very exclusive.

Fortunately, I had The Bearded Dizzle and The Russian with me, because we got right in.

I immediately knew I liked the place once the live band played Hall & Oates - I Can't Go For That. 

As we were sitting there, sippin' our dranks and enjoying the tunes,

whaddya know, this other Russian chick walks up to us.

Well, walks up to my bearded man. 

She made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with me or our Russian Friend.

So she puts her hand out to shake The Bearded Dizzle's hand and says,

"Hi, I'm (Insert Russian Name)."

I waited for her to introduce herself to me and our Russian friend.

But, nope. Nothing.

All eyes on my bearded man.

And you know what's odd?

My hand was on The Dizzle's leg the entire time.

Not in a possessive-this-is-my-man kind of way, but yeah, kind of like a possessive-this-is-my-man kind of way.

Maybe in Russia, men are only friends with Asian girls in glasses and don't actually date Asian girls in glasses.

And maybe in Russia, when you put your hand on a man's leg, it really just means, this is my man friend whom we only do friendly things.

Who knows, but I was highly excited to see what (Insert Russian Name)'s next move would be!

I mean, that takes some balls to walk up to a man you're interested in!

Kudos to her!

But then the Bearded Dizzle had to go and ruin it.

He crushed her dreams and spirits when he said,

"This is my girlfriend."

She first had a look of shock!

Then she had a look of embarrassment.

Then she had a look of sadness.

She politely clinked her glass with mine, said cheers, then sulked back to her table.

Poor (Insert Russian Name).

Maybe next time?

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The End.

xoxo