I forgot all about this, BUT!!!
My outing was alright. There was only one sighting that I would consider a hit, and she was NOT Asian. It could have been my shaved head, it could have been my ruby red underwear, or I may have had a nose hair poking from my nose. Wait! She couldn’t have seen my underwear, 'cause I didn’t wear any. COMMAAAAAAAANDO!!! Whatever!
Anyway, took my nephew out with me. We’re standing there, and this long-legged Caucasian parks about two feet from us with her friend. Cute, thick, and those tongue-traveling legs!! She turns her back to us, and KA-POW!!! Jeans nicely curved at the buttocks area!!! The music was playing, from the wine I was swaying, and the site of her toilet grippers stimulated my taste buds!!!
Okay, now that I set you up with MY visual, I share WHY I think it was a hit. But you know how men sometimes thinks that everybody’s looking at them, and everybody wants them, so YOU be the judge.
She’s standing there with her friend, turns, walks about a foot away, adjust her t-shirt that’s under her shirt, adjusts her shirt that’s over her t-shirt, pivots, and walks back to her friend. To me, somebody was showing off!
After a while, she takes a seat at the bar behind her friend, and start peeping around her friend, our way. I say to my nephew, “SHE’S HIDING BEHIND HER FRIEND, AND PEEPING.” He confirms she’s looking.
I start thinking, “IS SHE LOOKING AT ME, OR MY YOUNGER NEPHEW WITH HAIR?”
Not really knowing, a seat comes open at the other side of the bar, which is behind her, because she was sitting facing away from the bar. I go and park my buttocks in the empty seat. I see her look at my nephew. I see her look again. And yet again. And then it happened. POW! She turns all the way around sweeping the area until she’s eye-to-eye with the M to the M, and immediately snaps back around and whispers to her friend. I’m sorry, you’d have to had been there, but to me, The M to the M, I was the owner of her thoughts, not my nephew. 
They got up to leave, I turned so I wouldn’t have any eye contact, and she bumps my chair on the way out. I spoke, not, for I was not in the mood. Testing! Testing! All I was doing was Testing. 
There were Asians in the place, but nothing to note.
Will the M to the M snag him something SWEET, something BEAUTIFUL, something DELICIOUS, something Asian? I have no idea! But I sho hope so!! 
Until the ticking of the clock brings you back for another exciting episode of ‘WHAT IN THE HECK IS THE M TO THE M UP TO, NOW???’ … TAKE CARE!!! 