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BLOB_CASTLE  ·  3919 days ago  ·  link  ·    ·  parent  ·  post: What is a true story you've been waiting for a chance to tell?

I still don't quite believe this one myself, but here it goes.

It was a weekend night in February and we had gone out to the bars to celebrate two friend's birthdays. Quigley's is the bar we frequent most, mainly because it's right across the street from our school's music building. The bar is very quaint. Wooden tables, dim lighting, friendly waitresses. One of the best selling points about Quigley's is their mug club. You make a one time purchase of a mug and bring it back to get great deals on beer. For a place with some fantastic craft beers on tap, it's a dream come true.

So, we're here at Quigley's. They normally have live music on the the weekends and this was a normal weekend. The place was packed. There were about six of us standing at a table, drinking and enjoy the live music. All of a a sudden, two hands come from behind and cover my eyes. Seeing as many of my friends go to Quigley's, I just assume it's one of them.

"Josh?"

A woman's voice responds, "nope."

"Bethany"

"Nope."

Now, my friends and I aren't necessarily "normal," so I do a completely normal thing for me and reach behind and tickle this person's stomach. To my surprise, this person't stomach doesn't feel normal (again, I have less than normal friendships).

I turn around, and to my surprise standing behind me is some woman whom I've never seen before. Slightly embarrassed, I apologize to her and let her know that I was expecting a friend. She had very obviously been there a while and was fairly drunk. She says not to worry about it and turns around. Shaken up a little, I turn around and continue talking with my friends.

Not two minutes later, she turns around and asks me why I'm not drinking. It's February so I'm still high on my New Year's Resolution of saving money. I let her know I just didn't want to spend money that night. She laughs a bit then walks away. Upon her return is a mug full of Angry Orchard. Not really knowing how to respond, I thank her and feel that the least I could do is have a conversation with this woman who is so eager to talk. We start conversing and almost immediately she begins to tell me that she's 32 and goes to the gym often. My friends are more than interested at this point so they're listening in. She begins to tell us that she has nice abs for a 32 year old woman who birthed a couple kids (having tickled her stomach, I knew she wasn't lying). I nod to be as agreeable as I could be but she kept persisting on showing us. So we comply and she shows us her abs, which were very defined for a person of any age. The conversation downs down a bit and we each revert to our original groups. After my friends and I finish talking about how strange that exchange was, we talk about whatever college students talk about on a weekend at the bar.

We're interrupted by the woman.

She jumps straight to it. "I have nice boobs for 32 year old, want to see them?"

...........none of us know how to respond. She's at a table with a few people. She tells us that the man next to her is her boyfriend and she already got the okay to flash us in the middle of Quigley's. Someone in our group tells her that two people in our group are celebrating their birthday. That's all the validation she needed. Right in the middle of Quigley's, on one of the businest nights, she lifts her shirt to her chin and we see her breasts in full glory. I must admit, they were beautiful, even if she wasn't 32. Not knowing how to respond again, we try to be as formal as 21 year-olds can be in the situation and awkwardly compliment her chest. She thanks us, then walks away. Needless to say, we're speechless. None of us had ever been in that situation before. All we can do is exchange glances at one another of amazement.

When this woman returns, without any sort of warning, she does it again! We gawk for a few more seconds, then she turns back around to her table. I've never seen that woman at Quigley's since. I did have a friend tell me once that he was asked by a man if he wanted to partake in a three way with him and his girlfriend. I can't help but wonder if it was the same woman who flashed us her 32 year old breasts in the middle of Quigley's.