Myself: Mid-40s, athletic, married 20+ years
What: 4 sprays MX292 (3 to the throat, 1 to the wrists)
I took the entire family out to a local Irish Pub where they often have live music and always do on St. Patrick’s Day. I arrived there with the kids before mom gets there. We get there early (kids have school the next day and we don’t need to be there with the kids when things really get going later) and get a small table near the stage but the place is still very crowded: Surprise surprise.
There is live music and a little bit of folk dancing going on so I slide the kids over closer so they can see it. There are other families there also and we all slide the kids up front so they can see and the adults stand back a little.
There is a brunette early 20’s something young lady there with a similar aged friend. The brunette is standing right in front of me. After a few minutes she steps back to let some more small ones slide up front to see the show. In doing so she basically leans her whole body back into me, from head to derriere. I step back a little to break contact but there are people all around so I can only take a half step back. And she just slides back with me so as to maintain full contact. Not a “Hello” or “Excuse me”, nothing. She just stands there leaning against me.
Not good. Still waiting for the Mrs. and this is not what she will want to see. Luckily the set ends quickly and I step back to our table with the kids.
After a few minutes I leave the kids at the table and go towards the front to get some fresh air and to wait for the Mrs. who should be arriving shortly. I end up waiting at the open door near a table with 2 more girls in their early 20s and a guy the same age. You can tell from body language the guy is the boyfriend of the blondish girl. One of the kids comes up to wait with me.
After 5-10 minutes the “girlfriend” steps out to the doorway, reaches into her purse for something and proceeds to dump the whole purse on the ground. (I am always amazed at how much stuff women can seem to fit into even the smallest of purses.) Anyways my child and I help her pick her stuff up which has scattered all over. Once we get it all up she gives me a big hug and says “Thanks”. And then keeps rubbing one shoulder and arm saying “thank you” some more. I keep pointing out how my child was very helpful trying to deflect her attention but I have to step away out of reach to stop the kino. Now it is my child’s turn to .
Great. I can just hear and see it now. “Mom some woman was hugging dad …”
After giving her my best polite “Pleased to be of service m’am” I retreat back to my table, child in tow. Mrs. BH will have to find us on her own.
Which she does soon afterwards. There are only so many seats with this crowd so the wife and kids sit while I mostly stand by the table.
The show starts up again and soon after that I get another “leaner”: an attractive blond lady slightly younger than myself. Only she does her lean at a diagonal so I am almost face to face with her. I glance over at her and she is smiling and gives a quick glance in my direction. I am pretty tall so my glance over and down at her also gives me a view of … nevermind - the show is up on the stage. Wife is thankfully looking the other direction at the show. I finally say “Honey, do you want another beer?” Leaning lady gets the hint and leaves. Sorry m’am - I am sure there is someone just waiting for you out there somewhere.
But then soon after that my “friend” with purse troubles shows up with her boyfriend and female friend to watch the show. She places herself right next to me. Boyfriend must finally pick up on some vibe as he goes out of his way to put himself between the two of us. Cool. 'Cause if he can pick up that vibe I sure as heck know my wife will. Never-the-less “purse girl” keeps looking over and smiling from time to time. I just smile and nod back.
The next set ends and it is getting late. Well late for kids who have school the next day. Mrs. BH starts moving kids towards the bathroom and the doors. I stay to settle the bill. Surprise, surprise again. (I’m a Dad, It’s my job.) Boyfriend dissappears towards bathroom at the same time. Now “purse girl” strikes up a conversation again thanking me for helping her. I am saying “no problem” when I realize she is taping me with some little black rectangular piece of electronics.
WTF???
We do not know each other. I do not know your name and you do not know mine and you are making a movie of me??? I do not need to end up on your Facebook page. I am really surprised to say the least.
Boyfriend comes back and the female friend also re-materializes. I am finishing with the bill. As I turn to leave the female friend is taking a picture of “purse girl” and her boyfriend. Purse girl grabs me with her free arm and tries to drag me into the picture. I slide out, politely defering, wish them a Happy St. Patrick’s Day and tell them to be safe.
I finally get to the door and Mrs. BH is waiting there with the kids.
Mrs. BH: “What took so long?”
Me: “Big crowd, took the waitress a couple minutes”
Mrs. BH: “We need to get home. The kids have school tomorrow.”
Me: “Oh - trust me - I intend to get the kids off to bed as soon as possible.”
Mrs BH: 
Me: 
