Me and a Sweater Guy
So when a friend called me to tell me about a club down the street from my house, I was 110% in. It was Friday, I had a long week, and Momma wanted to dance!
However, I was a bit confused when we arrived at the place. I was surrounded by men in Grandfather sweaters and grey hair. The further into the club we went, the older the average age got.
I didn't know? That was my friend's response when I asked her 'What the hell?'. That night, there, was for the "older" crowd. Oh and they aren't playing around with the term older. My estimate would have the mean age of around 62.
And it rocked! I felt like I was 18 again! You know what, in comparison to everyone else I was. There was no obnoxious man issue. In actuality, the men looked kind of sweetly confused by everything going on around them. I even saw one get pounced on by some woman.
When they did come talk to me, it was like being in a old school movie. There was no sarcasm or showing off. They were very flattering and gentlemanly, even if just ordering a drink next to you at the bar. I even had one tell me I must be a model. Maybe in your world Mr, but I'll accept the compliment just the same!
Of course it was past my bedtime by the time slow dancing hour came about. Yes, they stop the dance music at a certain point to put slow dancing songs on. Even though my dance card was empty that night, I didn't stop to try my luck. I'm a married woman. That and it's rude to tease a senior citizen.
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