You Just Never Know

Friday night, my friend and I went to see the sand sculptures on Fort Myers Beach. They had started earlier that day, so there weren't many to look at yet. After a quick look, we went to the outside bar at the Holiday Inn for a drink.

Now I am an avid people watcher. I can sit and watch people for hours, especially if alcohol is involved. I'm also an asshole and make fun of the people I watch. Yes, I know I am going to hell. I can save you a seat if you want. Eh, I digress.

My friend and I sat laughing at how the setting was reminiscent of a wedding reception, with young and old alike, drinking while looking ridiculous on the dance floor. I pointed out one guy who stuck out like a sore thumb. He had on a long sleeve t-shirt that laced up at the neck and baggy jeans that sagged so low, his crack played peek-a-boo with every movement. His blonde hair was cemented to his head with sweat that dripped down around his sunken eyes. I watched him for awhile, guessing on whether he was straight or gay. He danced with the ladies, but I've never seen a straight man bust out dance moves like he did. Normally, I would commend his brave, outrageous dancing and move on to making fun of someone else, but something about him wasn't quite right. I kept my eye on him until we got bored and left.

Well, wouldn't you know it, that dude popped up on the news last night. He and another guy are accused of raping a guy TOGETHER. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EWWWWWWW! I've always thought I had uncanny intuition, but that's just creepy. You know what else is creepy?? He was within arms reach of me. *shudder* But I guess he prefers men, so no worries for me. Man, you just never know what or who you're going to meet at a bar.