Gary cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yep. Any girl in particular, Allan?"
"Which ever one you want," he smiled.
I studied the group for a moment, trying to get a feel for the dynamic. There were three
white girls and a black girl. One was very attractive, two were cute, one of the white
girls was a bit chubby for my tastes.
I noticed the chubby girl was the one doing all the talking.
None of the girls were dressed to impress. It was simple attire, not your usual club wear.
I sat back for a moment deciding the best way to approach the group, and once I had it, I
got to my feet and made my way over to them.
(I could almost feel Gary's eyes glued to my back.)
I approached an opening between two girls in the group, and made sure my voice was
loud enough to hear.
"Hey guys," I said.
As soon as I opened my mouth, all four girls stared at me.
This is the part of approaching I always hate. I just intruded on a closed conversation and
the defenses have gone up. But I was committed, so I had to see it through.
"This'll only take a second, and then I'll be on my way. But I've got a really weird
question for you. Do you guys watch a lot of TV?"
The girls all looked at each other for a moment. I suspected the chubby one was the
leader of the group, but whoever answered first would be the one in charge.
"That's a strange question to ask in a bar," said the chubby one.
I smiled. "I told you it was a weird one."
"Why do you want to know?" she asked.
"Have you ever seen that show Desperate Housewives?" I asked.
One of the girls, a cute brunette, lit up at that.
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