Oh, the days of the boobs!

So there was this Halloween party that I was at... well, more like worked... See, this bar I worked at had this huge party for Halloween every year, and they had this big haunted house type tour.  Though to be honest, it wasn't as much scary as goofy and sexy.  Well, the one year, I was supposed to be a minion for the one room of vampires and ghouls and such.  Also in this room was this chick that I thought was amazingly hot.  (Probably because she had red hair and huge tits.  Eventually I found out she was a pretty cool chick, too.)

So, the night was going fine until there was this guy who came around.  Now understand that if you're a chick with tits, you make sure they are cleavaged and up for this night.  This guy I speak of was a regular, and often I had seen him try to pick up chicks at the bar on normal nights.  Never did I see him actually succeed, and the fact that he spoke almost no English probably had a lot to do with that.  But that night, he looked at this before-mentioned chick, and started grooving and dancing with her.  At first, we all thought she was into him, but then she gave us this look that simply said, "Help!"

I got urged to go cut in since I happened to be the only heterosexual male in the room that worked at the bar.  So I asserted myself and cut in.

Before I go any further, I should explain that I had met this chick before and was politely declined for the offer of a date or just casual sex.  This probably had to do with the fact that I was still married to my first wife at this time, even though I was looking to leave her.  So when she locked lips on mine and we started the tongue tango, I have to admit that I was not only surprised but quite elated about the event.

Now the best part of the story is yet to come.  The guy backed away and eventually went on his way through the rest of the tour, but as long as he stayed in the room, I got to make out with this absolutely gorgeous chick.  When he finally did leave, she thanked me, said I was really nice to kiss, and we went back to being ghouls as usual.

Not twenty minutes later, the guy is back.  We resumed our previous passionate kissing position, and he actually just stands beside us as though waiting for his turn.  After about ten minutes, he actually tapped me on the shoulder and said, "e'cus me."  It was pretty close to English, and the most English I had ever heard him speak before or since.  We ignored him as he tapped on my shoulder several more times as he stood there for about 15 minutes.  Again he wandered off.

Now, it was getting late and the bar would be closing in about 30 minutes.  We were pretty sure the guy was finally gone... but... just as someone was coming through to tell everyone that last call had been made and the place was closing, he popped 'round again.  Unfortunately, the time of tongue tangling was over, and we just left the room to where we got dressed and he could not follow.

Eventually, I became a bartender there and he would come in to the bar at least 2 to 4 times a week and try to pick up on the drunk chicks there.  He never succeeded, but damn did I have a funny story about him to tell whenever he came around.